This is Jah Tigga. Stopped, glanced at me and said he remembered me. Reminded me of when he was selling cd’s from when he used to record..wayyyyyyyyyy back in the day. Yeah, I remember him and the music. Not my flavor at all, but I gave him a tip for the time it took for him to carefully (sloooowly) remove the cd player from the box & packing, slip in the cd and push “play”. He started to repeat the procedure that afternoon. I had to stop him…lol.

“Sir, do you have new music??”
“No, is the same.”
“Well don’t trouble yourself with the player. I remember your music and it’s not my style.”
“No problem. Have a good day.”
“You too sir…”



Whew that was easy….almost tipped him because he wasn’t persistant.

Not long after Jah Tigga walked away, a young gentleman came along and positioned himself on the bamboo and board slat bench beside me.

“I don’t want to disturb your time but you look like a lady who I could have nice conversation. Can I talk to you until you are ready for me to move on?”

“How can I say no???”

Joseph didn’t waste time introducing himself and finding out general information about me. Pleasant, soft spoken guy of about 32 but according to him, he’s 41. We talked about singleness and why he prefers to keep his “single mon” status. Knowing that put my mind at ease and didn’t expect to be propositioned. He rents out his grandmothers house which is located in Long Bay.

“I love Long Bay!!!”

My enthusiasm surprised him. He smiled and repositioned his body. More relaxed then from the start.

“Take my numba. Call me anytime and I let you look it ova.”

I got his number, but never made it to Long Bay to tour the house.

“You look like you party.”
“That depends on what you mean by party”
“Dance, drink, have lots of fun dancing, drinking…eating. I’m having a party at my place and I want you to come. It’s in Black Rock.”
“Never heard of Black Rock. But a party sounds interesting. When?”
“Friday.”
“I can’t promise, but I am considering it.”
“You want to see a picture of my daughter?”
“Yes.”

He whips out his phone and scrolls through the photos…smiling continually. The pretty, petite four-year-old looks just like him. That’s when he stopped, returned his phone to his pocket and apologized for having to leave me but he’s on his way to visit his Princess.

“Call me Vi so I can give you directions to my house. I know you will enjoy the party.”
“I will…have a good visit with your daughter.”

I appreciated meeting Joseph. Of course the conversation was a lot deeper than what I shared, but it was the best of that day. Never asked for a thing, just accepted what I offered…my attention, my opinions, my honesty. I tucked his number in my change purse and made a note to call him later that evening.

My red stripe is warm. Yuck. About to get another, the beach vendor selling items made from bamboo and red bean jewelry came over. Said he was waiting patiently for my conversation with “that guy” to end. I thanked him for being so considerate…lol

I bought that bracelet. He was hoping I’d get more. If he had waited until AFTER I refueled, I probably would have.



Okay..enough words…back to beach photos…