Finally checked in--I shower and change into a suit so I can do what I am most longing for, go for a long swim in the sea. I walk down to the beach and lay my towel on a chair and sit for a moment, taking it in. Then I walk toward the sea, craving that warm sea salt bath and endless swims and floating that washes away years of stress. I get up and walk towards my taste of heaven--and wouldn't you know it -- a jamaican man in mirror sunglasses walks and stands right between me and the sea. He says, :Hey baby remember me?"

I wrack my mind--no I have never met this guy before. But fresh off the boat, or the plane I should say, I ask, are you a friend of P's ( my ex bf who had a million friends and cousins) he just stands with his mirror glasses between me and the sea, between me and my years-a-waiting swim, and doesn't say anything. I quickly realize he doesn't know me or P and ask him nicely to step aside, I NEED to get in that water. He moves on--I never spoke with him again that trip, but saw him hooking up with another from-foreign lady later in the week at NBCC, so maybe that line worked?

I get in and swim far out past the buoy, there are no ropes marking off the swimming area at NBCC , which I view as a great thing. I swim so far that a fisherman in a boat comes by and asks if I am headed to Cuba. And also gets in a comment on my beautiful sea green eyes--those men-- they are with it on the flirtation--even far out at sea.