susurrus
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Mexico. I'd never been before. The original plan was to have come with my fiancee, but just before our flight went out, she announced she just couldn't do it. I, of course, thought she meant the trip, and started to tell her we didn't have to go, but she stopped me and told me, "All of it." None of her reasons made sense. Needless to say, I was devastated.
I'm no youngster, and neither was she. I thought we got along well. I thought she thought so too. I guess I was wrong.
So, there were all these plans, all these reservations. It was too late to cancel, so I figured, "Fuck it. I'll be damned if I'm going to eat the cost of all this." I knew she wouldn't pitch in, so I decided to at least get some good out of half of it.
And so I sat on the beach, watching the blue water, trying not to be the pervy single old guy ogling the women in their swimsuits. The wind was pretty high, so only the bravest people were getting anywhere near the water. However, it was still warm, so there were plenty of snowbirds enjoying the opportunity to wear next to nothing while the folks back home were freezing their asses off.
As I watched a pair of seagulls fighting over a ragged piece of crab, a huge gust blew a red, white and green striped umbrella into me.
Knowing it had to belong to somebody, I got up and grabbed it before it could get blown into the waves. Fighting it closed, I looked around for some indication where it might have come from. My eyes locked on a trio of women whose general alarm and the fact they were looking right at me told me I should start there.
Plodding through the sand, the wind whipping grains at me more and more the farther from the water I went, I came to the women I'd spied earlier. If I wasn't mistaken, they appeared to be mothers/daughters, the oldest maybe late 60s-mid 70s, the middle one somewhere near my age and the youngest probably somewhere in her 20s or maybe early 30s. They all were attractive to me - one of the perks of living life and growing to appreciate a wide range of femininity.
"This wouldn't happen to be yours, would it, ladies?" I asked, holding the closed umbrella out. "The rent on these things is obscene. I'd hate for you to have to replace it outright."
I'm no youngster, and neither was she. I thought we got along well. I thought she thought so too. I guess I was wrong.
So, there were all these plans, all these reservations. It was too late to cancel, so I figured, "Fuck it. I'll be damned if I'm going to eat the cost of all this." I knew she wouldn't pitch in, so I decided to at least get some good out of half of it.
And so I sat on the beach, watching the blue water, trying not to be the pervy single old guy ogling the women in their swimsuits. The wind was pretty high, so only the bravest people were getting anywhere near the water. However, it was still warm, so there were plenty of snowbirds enjoying the opportunity to wear next to nothing while the folks back home were freezing their asses off.
As I watched a pair of seagulls fighting over a ragged piece of crab, a huge gust blew a red, white and green striped umbrella into me.
Knowing it had to belong to somebody, I got up and grabbed it before it could get blown into the waves. Fighting it closed, I looked around for some indication where it might have come from. My eyes locked on a trio of women whose general alarm and the fact they were looking right at me told me I should start there.
Plodding through the sand, the wind whipping grains at me more and more the farther from the water I went, I came to the women I'd spied earlier. If I wasn't mistaken, they appeared to be mothers/daughters, the oldest maybe late 60s-mid 70s, the middle one somewhere near my age and the youngest probably somewhere in her 20s or maybe early 30s. They all were attractive to me - one of the perks of living life and growing to appreciate a wide range of femininity.
"This wouldn't happen to be yours, would it, ladies?" I asked, holding the closed umbrella out. "The rent on these things is obscene. I'd hate for you to have to replace it outright."