So, I just came back from my trip to London and let’s just say it was absolutely amazing. Not only did I meet up with some of London’s finest Clutchettes (waves), but our brothas across the pond were quite on point as well.

After getting over the initial shock of the glut of interracial couples (I’m mean, I’m progressive, but I was starting to feel out of style), I found that British gentlemen are some of the most stylish, handsome, and fun folks I’ve come across in a while. Perhaps it was because I was the brazen American, but I made it my goal to speak…to everyone…man or woman and meet as many people as I could. This led to many interesting situations (like being invited to more parties) and presented me with several opportunities, namely flings.

Now…I’ve never really had a fling (which is really just nice-girl-speak for one night stand. Or something). I’m the relationship type. I like to get to know a man before jumping into bed, but as several bruvs whispered (in that accent!) in my ear, I started to rethink my position.

But despite my ability to talk ish, was I really bold enough to go through with a vacation fling? 

I mulled it over for a while. I collected phone numbers and email addresses and made promises to call, and I did…call. And let’s just say that I had fun (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it).

But now what?

Am I obligated to call, email, or Facebook? Do I just let the moment live where I left it in London Town or should I try to keep in touch?

I’m not sure the proper protocol, but I can say that my trip was eye-opening, and life-changing, and completely epic. And I can’t wait to do it again.

What about you…have you ever had a fling? How did you handle it? 

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