From his male modeling career in Japan, to his war correspondence in South Sudan, Mitch Swenson has seen the inner workings of a world lit by luxury and tragedy. In this book of true stories, he recounts the lost loves and failed romances felt along the way. And the view is far from pretty. With vivid and confessional irreverence, Swenson shows that for every emotional step forward, there are often two steps backward, exposing readers to the truth about heroin cravings in London, weapon conventions in Albania, and pious ballerinas in New York. Not to mention his hunt for a Russian double-agent in Moscow. The result is an exhilarating and often heartbreaking journey about falling for someone in a strange place, over and over again.