7 stories about vacation romances

On my last day in Istanbul I went into a bar for one last glass of beer, and a cute guy came up to talk to me.

We chatted, the bar closed, and we went for a walk. I said I had a taxi to the airport at 8 a.m. But there were still 6 hours until 7 a.m., and it seemed like we could spend those hours in a hotel. He sorted out a hotel, and it's obvious what we did there))

At 7 I said goodbye and didn't leave anything about myself. He found me on Insta later on his own, and we even talked for a while)) A fun story, I liked that experience haha

I met a German guy at the hotel: we talked it over and agreed we were both single. The sex was great! As soon as he left, he blocked me everywhere. Later it turned out he had a girlfriend, and for the duration of the vacation he'd hidden his photos with her on Insta🫣

I met a just incredibly handsome Frenchman in Korea. We met on my birthday, and with a little help from tequila, things got going right away.

We met up a couple more times and had a really amazing time; we both understood it would all end soon. And an hour before my flight he was trying to talk me into staying)

I came back a month later and went straight to his place. To say he was fucking stunned is an understatement. He'd hoped I would come back, but didn't think it would be so soon))

Because he was so busy at work, we only met a couple of times, but we were happy every time. I left soon after, and a year later we still chat sometimes.

I know for sure that I have someone to meet up with next time, and I tell everyone about my great vacation romance.

It was my first ever "grown-up" relationship (with sex), and I knew right away that it wouldn't be anything more serious than a "vacation romance." It happened on a 4-month volunteer trip; he was a bodybuilder from Ecuador. His toiletry bag was 10 times bigger than mine, and he spent about an hour in the bathroom every morning and every evening. I don't regret a thing!

I fell in love with a tour guide in Tbilisi. He was somehow incredibly charismatic, told the most fascinating stories about the city and wore a suit with dress shoes. I couldn't miss the chance to get to know him better, so I invited him for a walk around the city. That evening there were protests in the city; we climbed up to a park on a hill, talked a lot about everything under the sun and walked until late at night. Then we walked his dog, had coffee and honey cake at a 24-hour café and walked right down the middle of the road in the city center, because there were no cars.

He walked me to my building, we kissed for another 40 minutes or so, and when I invited him to come up, he politely declined. In the morning he left a postcard at my apartment door signed "I kissed your soul!" That encounter stirred something deep in me. We kept writing to each other for a while; I even sent him a letter by mail. When it became clear that a long-distance relationship wasn't our story, we gradually stopped talking.

My team and I went to another city for a strategy session. There I got to know a colleague I'd met only once before on a different project. We had a drunk, cringey one-night stand. And when I tried to keep in touch after we got back from the strategy session, I was told something like: sorry, but we're in different cities, and I usually keep in touch in person. So we never talked again, except about work.

I had a vacation romance during which the guy got a full-color tattoo across his whole chest with all kinds of symbols commemorating our romance 😅

A falcon holding a sprig of viburnum in its beak (a nod to my home country 😅), against the background of the door of the restaurant where we met, and with a toy we found together on the beach, something like that)) right across the whole chest, from shoulder to shoulder.

And then we went our separate ways and never saw each other again.