Our bellies full and our minds drunk on sleep-deprivation, champagne, and sausage patties, we decided we were in no condition to make the drive home yet. So, what were we to do? We’d make it up as we went along.
It was a hot, August day and we wanted to cool off. We passed a nice hotel and noticed that it advertised a pool. We looked at each other.
Just a bit down the road was a Target. We went in and bought swimsuits. It was not lost on me that buying an inexpensive swimsuit on a whim is not the ideal situation for a female. I appreciated the grace with which my date handled this.
We drove to the hotel, walked through the lobby as if we were guests, and made our way to the pool.
We pulled two puffy, poolside chairs together. We alternated between taking short naps and hopping in the pool throughout the day.
In the pool, she piggybacked me as we roamed around in our cheap bathing suits. There’s something so sensual about skin touching in the water. Like caressing cold, smooth satin. We challenged each other to handstand and water splashing contests. I won both, though she and a little girl in water wings disputed this. Their credibility is questionable as my date was obviously biased and the little girl was out of position in the shallow end to make the call.
Back at our chairs, we ordered food. We fell asleep next to each other in the warm afternoon sun, dreaming in the recent memories of soaring with the birds.
The sun set, we left the hotel, and drove back to our lives. I dropped her off at her apartment door. We hugged and thanked each other for a great day, a great date.
She moved away a short time later and we’ve not seen each other since she left. While she wasn’t THE ONE, she did show me an important attribute that will be a requirement of THE ONE—an adventurous spirit. Life is unpredictable and if I’m to spend my days with ONE other person, she must possess this “make the most out of every situation” trait.
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