Out to Play

I never heard from B. I never heard from Abs.

Which is just as well because a bunch of new guys made their way into the scene. It started last weekend. Boo and I walked down to the pier Friday night, and dared each other once or twice to talk to guys. I’m a friendly girl and talk to everyone…everyone who’s not a hot guy. Hot guys have always made me shy, hence the daring from Boo to at least smile and say hi.

By Saturday, the shyness was gone.

And in it’s place was fun. At the beach I watched a surfer walk by. He was too old. I watched another that was too young. I watched one come by that was just right. So I smiled and he smiled and we talked and then he went back out onto the water and we left.

A few hours later I decided I could either drive to East County and have dinner or go to the beach for sunset.

When I walked out onto the pier and looked down into the water, I noticed a surfer there. He looked up and we started talking….and then he surfed away. But then the guy next to me on the pier (I hadn’t noticed him), Noah, started talking to me. As we talked someone in the water yelled his name, and that someone turned out to be the hot surfer (the second one, not to be confused with the original from earlier in the day).

So we became FB friends right then and there.

As I walked off the pier, these others guys started talking to me, and it turns out they were the friends of the original hot surfer from earlier in the day.

I took a selfie with his friend and sent it to him.

And then he asked me out, and we set a date to go to the pier for sunset.

Throughout all this, I’d been exchanging texts with the remnants of my latest foray into Tinder. I told him I didn’t want to meet, that I hated Tinder. But he said he was on his way to buy me a drink.

I let him. He was cute enough, definitely nice, and when he offered to come over and hang Boo’s curtains, I told him sure.

And then I told him he could crash on the couch.

I did not tell him he should get naked on said couch, but that’s what I walked downstairs the next morning and found.

No idea why.

He left soon after that.

At sunset on Sunday, I met the original hot surfer…who turned out to be not that hot and hosting a whole slew of life issues that are definitely too much for me to handle.

I’ve ran into Noah 3 more times since the pier but have not talked to the surfer in the water. Original surfer guy has texted me all week, and I made a weak attempt to make plans with him this weekend, but nothing came of it.

Which is fine. I think what really happened last weekend was that I started living. I started not just tolerating my life but enjoying it.

I did get my date for the sunset on the pier. It didn’t end with a kiss…but summer’s not over and this girl has just come out to play.