Instead, we drove to his beach house and had sex for hours.(And, I learned that, in Portugal, they call spooning the “shell position.”)We stayed in bed, playing guitar and singing until 6 A. I was sad to leave João, but I couldn’t stop smiling.I couldn’t get enough of him, and it seemed like he felt the same way.But when he left for the summer, I asked if he’d want to keep seeing each other in the fall.

After sunset, we went back to the city and hung out on the roof of my Airbnb apartment — until we got chased off by my host, who was furious I’d brought a strange man there (oops).

Will* was a passionate, outgoing Ph D student who wasn’t looking for commitment and who was leaving for a summer internship across the country.

So at 26, single for the first time in my adult life, I decided to spend the summer traveling. In mid-June, I landed in Edinburgh and started swiping.

The very first thing I noticed was that he not as attractive as his photos.

But he was friendly, and we had fish and chips, then café-hopped and each bought rounds of drinks. At first, I was confused, until I remembered he paid the bill.