Settling for less than a six-pack (Rousse)

Long-term bachelor RA decided that it was time he married. He fancied that I would accept a proposal. Since TPR had been abroad for so long, and had more or less forgotten about me, I agreed to a meeting with RA to discuss the options.

I sized up RA as we chatted in the bar. I was so used to sharing my life with a super-fit man that I wasn’t sure that I could fancy someone who did not sport a six-pack. Then RA started flirting with the woman at the next table. This was pointless: was he interested in me or not?

I left RA at the bar and took the train to Tunisia. As I stood on a crowded North African beach watching the sun set over the Mediterranean I questioned whether my visit was safe. What was the advice of the Foreign and Commonwealth Office?

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