DATE 8 – THE BOURNEMOUTH ONE
Updated: Feb 25, 2020
I have been on holiday for a week with my mother and grandmother in Bournemouth. After 3 days of repeated conversations, snail-pace walking and embarrassing anecdotes spoken too loudly at the antiquated restaurant we frequented, I’d had enough so I ventured forth to the local salsa club to find some people my own age that I didn’t need to shout at.
A beautiful, tanned man was there with his friend and when we danced together in the lesson, it was as if we were on the beaches in Cuba making vertical love. Admittedly, he didn’t really look at me as he was trying to recall the moves but we chatted after in the social dance. This was cut short by my mother unexpectedly coming to ‘pick me up’ as it was 10pm in a foreign town. The embarrassment never stops with family.
I managed to sneak away the following night and he was there again. We chatted a bit more and set up a date for him to show me around Bournemouth the following day. Oh how I hoped this was a euphemism. It wasn’t. But I did get to see the beautiful Lulworth Cove and Durdle Door and we lay on a beach for 3 hours chatting about his travels and the meaning of life whilst I lazily covered him in sand (an excuse to touch the tanned, toned abdomen).
Later on we went for dinner and then a walk along the coast. Sadly, the following day I had to leave …. behind ruined dreams of sun, sand and love.
In other news, the Hospital Date guy is thankfully alive and out of hospital. He sent me a message to say that due to his close encounter with death, he has quit his job and decided to go travelling around the world.
24 October 2016
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