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Dear Mom pt 72

Dear Mom...I can't believe it's been almost a year since you kissed me goodbye at the airport (but not before giving me a stern lecture about the importance of finding a wife on my world adventure). And here I am, 22 countries down and still unable to find a single girl to talk to! I must be desperately unlucky. Perhaps they all went to Australia when I came to New Zealand, or maybe they don't travel at all. I did meet a couple the other day, but they were really shy and didn't want to speak to me. So I thought if I dressed up like a girl, it might make them more comfortable, but no, they called me a "pervert" and a "sicko" and carried on reading their romance novels. It looks like I'm coming home alone, no wiser in the mysterious ways of these fascinating creatures called women. If I could only meet some I'm sure I could persuade them to marry me! Lots of love and see you soon, Robin. ps: I have to be careful, one girl approached me but I think it might have been a guy because he had stubble, hairy legs, and called herself "Warren."