Something I never thought that I would be blogging about on my backpacking trip is dating. But here we are, it isn’t the first surprise I have had. Now the reason I was so shocked with myself going on dates whilst travelling is because I have never really dated. And if I did go on a date when I was in London it would be for drinks, not for an actual meal. So why now I have no idea where I am going to be day to day, let alone which country… have I decided to start going on dates?

My first date was in Pai, Thailand. I met an Irish guy at the Jungle Rave. It was so nice to have someone actually look out for me and stay by my side all evening. The next day, he took me out for dinner. We went to a beautiful Italian restaurant – drank wine and had a three course meal. For the first time in a month, I felt like I had part of my old life back. Unfortunately, me and this guy were completely different (he turned up to the date stoned), so the date was not successful.

My second date was in Ho Chin Min, Vietnam. I met a British guy on a Mad Monkey pub crawl in Cambodia. The karaoke came out and as soon as we heard ‘where it began…’ we decided to change venue. We both weren’t drunk enough for Sweet Caroline. We parted ways but ended up in Ho Chin Min together, we went out for dinner and drinks and travelled together for 2-3 weeks. By the time went in different directions we had clearly got on each others nerves, it made me realise how much I love my own space. Travel relationships are a thing, they are so easy to get trapped in and I personally found it difficult to get out of it. They move so fast as you spend a lot of time together and make incredible memories, the last thing you want to do is break someone’s heart whilst they are so far away from home.

My third date was in Hoi An, Vietnam. I know, I have broken my biggest rule… to never go for a promo wanker. However, we got on very well. He was a less funnier and witter version of myself. On our first date, he met me at my hostel – I popped my wife beater so we were matching and we went for an Indian. Apart from when he was working, we were pretty inseparable. However, he did shit himself before our last lunch date…

Looking back at the three men I have dated/ been on dates with maybe I should leave dating to the experts. I don’t want to get myself in a shitty situation again.