A couple of years ago I joined my friend on a 2 week trip to London. At the time I was incredibly depressed and having saved a fair bit of money I decided that maybe the experience could throw me out of my funk. The day before I left I talked to my doctor and he gave me a medication that treated both anxiety and depression, I took the first tablet that day and 3 days later we landed at Heathrow and made our way to the hostel in London. The first night me and my mate got drinking with a pair of girls, one was 18 from Boston, the other 19 from Genoa, and me and my mate both being Aussie and avid outdoorsman kept them enthralled with the stories we had of the Australian bush, close encounters and the usual.
After about an hour it was clear my mate and Boston were hitting it off and Miss Genoa was getting very flirty with me, hands on my elbows as she laughed about my mate getting chased by a wombat and the like. I suggested we go back to the hostel and when I told them which it just happened they were in the same one, everybody happy we walked the 10 minutes or so back, as we arrived my mate and Boston disappeared into the girls room and we went to mine.