It’s not like when you’re hooking up with a guy and you’re like, What does this mean? Is this going to change everything? It’s just like, ‘This feels good, keep it going! I’m in a foreign country, how far could this possibly go?’” Also, I had been going through a real dry spell at the time. I didn’t think too much about it, honestly. I think his hand was right on my pantyline when he asked me. It was as if he was asking if the pressure was okay, just totally nonchalant. And he didn’t ask “Is this okay?” in a sexy way or anything. I guess, like, the lines of acceptable intimacy just felt blurred at the time. You’re already in a situation that would make you uncomfortable if you were in another guy’s bed, but you’re not-you’re in this weirdly constructed situation.