"Dating in Europe is Hell, So Only Dip Your Toe In"

Everyone's got a burning curiosity about your dating escapades when you're a young woman gallivanting around the globe. Did you happen upon a charming chap with an equally charming accent? Did you, by any chance, stumble head over heels in love?

Now, picture this: I spent half the year nose-deep in bar exam prep, and let me tell you, my headspace wasn't exactly a romantic wonderland. Sure, there were a few characters who waltzed into my life – the bitcoin aficionado, the bed bug saga participant, the German basketball virtuoso, and let's not forget the guy whose track record featured a brush with sexual harassment accusations at his workplace. Real catches, right?

Yet, for the most part, I had successfully sidelined romantic entanglements. My focus was on decoding legal jargon and falling in love with balconies and wine, not boys! Reflecting on it now, my lack of romance is honestly the badge of honor I'm most proud of.

The ability to say a resounding "No, thank you" became my superpower, my trusty weapon in navigating the tumultuous sea of potential suitors. I was truly too busy falling head over heels in love with my own journey.