Originally Posted by chrisndenv

Glad for the recovery, gladder for the fabulousness. My trip didn't result in as far a fall. I was twentysomething in a strange city between jobs and without a place to stay. Thankfully someone ended up noticing my nightly return to the gay bars with my duffle bag and gave me a place to stay til my job started and I could rent a room. It was still scary stuff and something I couldn't admit to my parents. I never have told them about it. Recovered but not yet fab.