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As a travel writer, I've grown accustomed to vacationing with strangers. Typically, press trips are all-expenses-paid vacations with other travel writers from various publications. At a hotel in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, in May , I found, for the first time, I was the only man, surrounded by female writers. I felt nervous when I learned I would be the only masculine — OK, technically, gender-neutral — name on the itinerary. I was in an oyster trance and couldn't have cared less whether this person came the next day or millennium.
But when she arrived, we quickly became fond of each other and spontaneously decided to take a bath together. I learned that being naked with a stranger could strengthen new connections and empower vulnerability. I first noticed Kayla's green neon claws and complimented them. Our conversation transpired effortlessly, and we found exciting similarities that made it clear we would be friends.
Related stories. For starters, Kayla and I were sex writers from New York — disguised as travel journalists. We aligned on sex, relationships, and the pursuit of love and pleasure. In other words, she was my type of person: a really smart woman in a really short skirt. Kayla knocked on my hotel-room door. I let the hot water run and opened the Champagne from the hotel's astrology-themed welcome basket.
Once I let Kayla in, we toasted on the balcony and didn't prolong slipping out of our clothes. I suggested keeping our underwear on when she dropped her bra on the floor. She looked at me like I was a scaredy-cat. I was not, but I stopped grooming to deter myself from having casual sex. I felt embarrassed about my untamed pubic hair. I should've considered that Kayla's job as a female sex writer was literally to obliterate this shame. But writing about my sex life didn't mean I possessed fearless confidence.
