After witnessing friends endure the rigmarole of long-distance relationships, I could see why almost half of them end in breakups. I swore that would never be me, yet here I was, hammering my American Express details into an airline's checkout to book a one-way flight from London Heathrow to Sydney, Australia, to pursue the man of my dreams.
It became easier to reach my landlord than to secure a potential date. The disposable nature of modern dating had left me exhausted. Finding love felt like ordering fast food and I'd lost sense of what I wanted in a partner.
With aching feet and the clock approaching midnight, we prepared to hail a cab - until a tap on my shoulder from a man wearing a red bandana around his head interrupted my plans. In a sunny Australian drawl, he asked me to dance.
This encounter with a tourist on a European holiday was about to trump all romantic introductions I'd had in the past decade. Our spontaneous encounter led to heartfelt sunrise conversations over cups of tea on the living room floor of my studio apartment.
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