Photo courtesy of the city of St. Petersburg

I’m thinking I should have written this post pre-lake getaway.  Let me explain…

 I met bachelor #2 on the beach the day before we were set to leave.  I had just taken a long walk alone and left my sister sleeping in her chair by our stuff.  On my way back to my sis, I took a quick dip in the ocean to cool off.  As I walked up the beach toward her, I noticed she was talking to some random dude.  Enter bachelor #2.

 B#2 is loud, witty, and charismatic!  He lives the Charleston area and at this point I believe he’s unemployed.  And did I mention very complimentary?  Within half an hour of meeting him and his group of friends he invited my sister and I on a sunset cruise on a 10 person boat.  (Not his, mind you).  This kid asked one of the girls in his group to take a picture of us and then whispered in my ear “One day we’ll show this to our kids and tell them this is the first day we met”.  I mean, who says this shit!?!?!  A totally cheesy line, but Ididn’t care.  I just laughed.  Then he asked if I knew how to pretzel and then we started dancing on the beach.  At 4 pm in broad daylight in front of my sister, his friends, and all random beachgoers who got to see how low I could be dipped. 

Even though this was all fun, I was still a little skeptical on going on a boat with a bunch of strangers (who doesn’t remember Natalee Holloway?), but B#2 was persistent.  He said he would ask my dad’s permission.  Yes, I am 30 years old and yet this line was still spoken.  I said “Buddy, I haven’t brought a boy home in 8 years.  You don’t know what you’re getting in to.”  But he insisted and off went to our beach house.  After meeting everyone in my family except my father, the three of us were off to our sunset cruise.

More dancing on the boat ensued.  Stories off our education, past loves, and current life activities were exchanged.  This kid has lived and worked in London, Korea, and owned a store for a few years in Charleston.  It’s amazing the number of stories that are passed in a mere 4 hours.  We saw about 2 dozen dolphins at sunset and he laughed at me because I was so amazed by them (I forget that he sees this everyday).  We had a nice little smooch before I left and the promise that when he comes to Atlanta in a few weeks he would take me out on a date. 

So all last week he kept popping into my mind.  I’m attacted to the carefree spirits.  Probably because I am not that way in the least.  Anyway, I texted him last Friday just to say hi and he texted back saying he’d call me when he gets his Atlanta trip set and he asked me to come to C-town a day early when I go back in a few weeks. 

I go to the lake and am in bed when my phone wakes me up at 12:30 am.  It’s B#2 and he’s a bit lit.   He asks again if I’ll come up early.  My impending trip is a long girls’ weekend with some friends of mine.  In my head I start to consider this option.  I was convincing myself to take an extra day and drive up solo for a date with B#2.  And then full on lewdness ensued and he started to tell me all the things he wanted to “do” to me.  Now, I must admit, I was a bit intrigued/shocked that this was where the conversation was going.  It’s been a minute since I’ve had any major action and this guy is sexy as hell, but I’ve never really been a fuck buddy kind of girl.  I wish I could be all Samantha Jones like and just get mine and go, but the problem is I always want more.  I know this because I’ve been around the block a time or two (read: I’ve been a fuck buddy) and I know that only the beginning of it is good and once the glitter rubs off you just feel like shit.  Kind of like how the sexy, smokey eye make up from the night before makes you look like a domestic violence victim in the morning if you don’t wash your face.  

Admittedly, I am a little bummed.  I did think our chemistry extended beyond just sexual/physical chemistry, but I can’t quite ignore that fact that I did indeed receive a long distance booty call (or does that equate to just a run of the mill phone sex request?).  Alas, I’d rather be lacking in the action department than feel hollow and angry. 

If anything this little experience reminds me why it’s called a summer fling ~ you keep it short and fun and sexy and then end it before you see the dark side of people.  That’s why I wish I had written this post pre-phone sex call.  Then I could at least have a sweet, nostalgic recap instead this one of a horny guy and cell phone!