Growing up in the UK, the dating scene was not an ordeal.
We no longer needed the approval of our dads and the days of being chaperoned while on a date were firmly rooted in the history books.
We passed beautiful waterfalls on unknown country roads before arriving at a small village.
This was traditional Turkey away from the manmade holiday resorts.
Despite the heat of the summer sun, the women were dressed in long sleeve shirts, traditional flower pants and their heads were covered.
Gardens were filled with goats and chickens running around bundles of chopped firewood.
Looking back, I realize my naivety was shining like a lighthouse beacon.
I was 25 years old, single, very naïve and had not considered researching cultural differences that I was likely to encounter.
The first signs of a difference in courting rituals between my home country of the UK and Turkey were evident on my first holiday.
We had signed up for a rough and tumble Jeep safari around the mountains of Marmaris.
The local teahouses were filled with old men assessing the foreigners who had so abruptly arrived in their village.