There’s a Gene For That
March 11th 2015 When people ask me why I travel, I often say it’s because of my Viking blood. Turns out I may have been closer to the truth than I realized.
A couple of months ago I’m on a first date with a perfectly nice man; let’s call him John Doe. We are in a coffee shop (OK, it’s Starbucks, but I like their espresso) in Carlsbad, California. He is nice looking, smart, financially secure, and age-app
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