Packed and ready to go. Back in three weeks. Nicaragua for fun, then to BI for a freedive comp. Will be sending in dispatches from the road. Frequency yet to be determined. Maybe I’ll find inspirado. Maybe I’ll spend the entire time out of my mind. Keeping my options open.
Got a goal this trip. Gonna find a girl to go on a date with the wife and me. Like, court her as a team. Probably a her. But who can say? It’s 2016, anything goes. I’m an open-minded man.
It’ll be weird. Super awkward. The wife isn’t really into it. Still game nonetheless.
It’s not a sexual thing. Not totally. Won’t turn it down should circumstances sway that way. But that ain’t the goal.
Looking to rekindle that sickly nervousness I haven’t felt in forever. Does she like me? Am I making a good impression? Should I hold her hand?
Dragging the ball and chain along helps. Could feel her anxiety when I pitched the idea. It bleeds over. I feel it too. That’s what I’m looking for. This might be a fetish.
Maybe I’ll strike it rich. Find myself a sexy young thing. Ship her to Kauai. Install her in the guest room. Teach her learn about bad decisions. Wait for the inevitable disaster. A very bad idea I want to pursue.
More likely I’ll come off like some old drunken chicken hawk. I’m okay with that.