If there’s anything we single girls know, it’s that hitting the road brings with it the potential of new romance. And that’s the case whether we roll solo or with a group of our favorite girlfriends. That often was true for me, as my lackluster love life tended to perk up exponentially once I left the Chicago city limits. Perhaps we’re less inhibited and more open to adventure when we travel; maybe the old adage that “familiarity breeds contempt” makes men in other places more tempting than those we encounter at home.
Just in time for Valentine’s Day, I delve the issue of “romance on the road” in “,” the blog I write for Today’s Chicago Woman magazine on ChicagoNow.com.
At the end of my TCW post, I ask: what’s the most romantic thing you’ve encountered during your travels? Did it involve a handsome stranger? A reconnection during a trip with “the one who got away?” Holler back at me!