This came to mind because I’ve actually been seeing someone new for a month now, and he’s about to leave for an F1 trip for three weeks… tomorrow. I’ve been really in my head about it—not just because of that past experience, but because almost every guy I’ve dated who traveled has cheated on me. Throwback to my high school sweetheart, who I reconnected with 10 years later, only to find out he was going full 90 Day Fiancé with random Latin girls online, asking them to call him Papi. Ick.