“Foreign persuasions”

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My boyfriend from home and I were “on a break.” I was playing a drinking game in a field in Paris with other international students, flirting with a German boy. We found a club, and I ended up dancing with him. I couldn’t stop thinking about my boyfriend. It was an incredible longing to be with him, to feel his body against mine. No cute foreign boy was worth losing him.

—Marie

Postscript: I got mugged on the way home from the club. It was probably God’s way of warning me not to touch other people. That same night, my boyfriend and I ended our break and agreed to be exclusive. We’ve now been dating for more than a year, and I still can’t stop thinking about him.

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