OPINION: Is there anything better than a holiday fling? You're relaxed, the cocktails are flowing and you're living your best life. So why not spend a little time falling in love? Or in most cases, lust.
I've had some wonderful holiday flings. There was the ultimate Lad in London who shouted me double gin and tonics at a bar that looked like it was straight out of Peaky Blinders and introduced me to a Notting Hill bottomless brunch tradition that I would very much like to be introduced properly in Sydney. It was a glorious, lusty long weekend.
The ultimate holiday fling, however, was the groomsman at my friends wedding in Italy. Good lord he looked like he belonged on the cover of Men's Health magazine. I was smitten.
We danced the night away, and had a very joyous day by the pool at the recovery party. In fact, we even flew home together and pretended we were a married couple to score upgrades on the many flights it took to get back to Sydney.
Sadly, just like many holiday flings, the spark kinda died out when we got back to Sydney. Gone was drinking Aperol Spritz overlooking the Amalfi Coast, and the many adventures that came with trying to work out how to order a spag bol and two vinos in Italian.
