Chapter 25
Friday, August 26, 2005
  bottled water.
I met a girl today that I didn't ask out on a date. This is nothing spectacular, as I'm going on a dry spell of...well let's just call my dating life by its formal name, "The Sahara." One can't help it but imagine themselves finding romance when they travel; call it the romantic in me, but I thought hell if it happened to Mike Seaver when he went to Spain it sure as crap can happen to me wherever I go. Almost 3 months on island and I haven't so much met a girl my age, much less shared some time with one. No romantic walks on the beach, no island lullabyes. Just pretty much the same routine day in and day out. I could try and find excuses, but when it comes down to it I blame no one but myself.
O f course I could just ignore all this and come home with some great stories about Caribbean romance. But that would be just pathetic.

It's been bothering me all day, not asking this particular girl out. I don't know why. Maybe it's because she worked here and didn't seem like the typical service employee down just to have fun in the sun and party their life away at the bars every night. Maybe it was because she worked at the cool local art shop and, when I was purchasing a photograph, she informed me that she was the photographer. (That right there should have told me something. I guess it did but about thirty minutes too late. I've always been thrity minutes too late with girls.) Maybe its because I imagined falling in love and not wanting to leave (Did I mention I'm on a dry spell?).
I have no idea if this girl would have said yes. I don't know if she would even had wanted to go out with some dumb non-resident about to leave town who was just in buying gifts for his family and friends. I keep thinking maybe I'll find an excuse to go back to the shop and ask her out, but I know I won't. Because I'm not Mike Seaver? No that's not it. I don't know, whatever man. Anyways I'm due to go home in less than a week now. It's been months since I've spent any significant amount of time with anyone my own age. I wonder if I'll even fit in. I guess we can always talk about the weather. I've done plenty of that this summer.
 
Comments:
I could write a senior theme about this one...Don't fret, mate, we've all been there. Just enjoy your bachelorhood...let's just say that marriage is very... emasculating (I'm presently sitting on a bed with about 10 pillows).
 
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