Different Country Code. Same Shit.

All men are created equal. Thomas Jefferson said these timeless words once upon a time, while writing a little known document called “The Declaration of Independence”.

Needless to say, he is right. You have met different men in different cities and countries. Isn’t it funny that most of them turn out to be the same? Their means may or may not justify the end, but in this case these might get lost in translation. The end, however, will be the exactly the same. Most of them will end up not meeting your expectations and annoying you. You will certainly end up acing your study abroad program in "Magnetismo del Douchebag 101" – yet again.

After having one too many glasses of the local alcoholic beverage, you might actually be thinking the fairy tale story. You are already seeing yourself falling in love abroad and staying in this remote town, which you cannot remember the name of, for this local, tall and handsome dude. The pick of the litter at O’Douchebag Pub. Let’s face it. We, women, have a chromosome or some genetic malfunction that quickly disables us to see things for what they are: a plain fling or one-night stand. Mea culpa. It has happened to us. It may be about to happen to you.

We want you to scratch the hindsight that makes you believe you can be just like the friend of your cousin’s sister’s classmate who went to Barcelona, fell in love and is now waltzing with a hot Spaniard. You might be her but chances are you will come back dancing the Macarena instead, sans the guy. So stay tuned for our analyses abroad! We will go to all sorts of places, inspired from personal experiences, what our friends have gone through and your suggestions. Don’t be afraid to roast le garçon, il ragazzo, el chico, the dude, der junge. You get it the idea. We are better off getting a laugh out of this.

Peace & Love,

Jess & Joey


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