I leave for Delhi in the morning. I’m actually pretty excited about getting to India, although it’s quite likely I’ll be singing a different tune as soon as (or before) the plane lands.

I was a slut today. I need to own it. I’ve been chatting with a lot of different guys on an app since I got to Kathmandu. For the most part I’ve been avoiding meeting any of them. I ended up meeting one this afternoon. He was not as cute as I’d hoped. He’s from India, but he looked much more Chinese Asian than Indian. We got some coffee and then we came back to my guesthouse. We sat and talked for a quite a while, neither of us really making much of a move. I suppose we both knew why we were there, though. We did end up kissing and making out. It actually went much further than that, but I’ll spare you the details KP. I enjoyed it and am glad that I met him.

Later tonight I met a Nepali guy. We met at a coffee shop not too far from where I’m staying. He was incredibly adorable and super sexy. Dark skin, cute face, super nice athletic body, but with a bit more meat on his bones. We sat and talked for a while and then he suggested we go back to my guesthouse. Once we got back here there wasn’t much chatting and we basically just got down to business. He’s very good looking and I liked him even more with his clothes off. Both of the guys today mentioned that they don’t meet many guys, but both were quite good in bed and seemed to have a lot of experience. I don’t know quite what to make of that. It definitely wasn’t like sleeping with those Chinese guys. This guy was also pretty well endowed. We messed around for a while and then he left. I’d love to date a guy like him some day. He was great.

So, today was a day of being a big slut. It was ok though. I really don’t do stuff like that often, but it’s good for me to on occasion.

It’s now time to finish packing. I’m more or less done. I think I’ll set my alarm for around 6 a and try to be walking out the door around 7 am. My flights not until 10 am so even if it takes an hour to get to the airport – which I really hope it won’t considering it’s only 6 km away – I should be there with plenty of time to spare. I hate being rushed and worried I won’t make it so I’d rather get up early and spend some time at the airport reading or responding to the emails I didn’t get sent today.

A friend of a friend is supposed to be meeting me at the airport. I’m glad he is, but there’s a part of me that’s worried he won’t show up. I’m sure he will, but if he doesn’t I’m going to be a little fucked since I haven’t researched places to stay or anything like that and I really don’t want to have to figure that out on the fly after landing. I am excited to go to bed, though, so it’s time to end this. Yay, bedtime!

Gratitude List:
Moments of clarity that came and passed today
Responding to a few emails this morning – even if I didn’t get to them all
Moving to a new country tomorrow and getting one step closer to home