Dating on Kauai; I'm becoming an expert. From 24 year-old local boys to fifty-ish transplants, now I've got another lined up for tomorrow. He's a tow-in surfer in his late thirties. My friend Jane gave him my number tonight and within 30 seconds of her calling to tell me she did so, my other line was ringing. This is intriguing after a few weeks of one man who was roughly twenty minutes late to our every hang out and another who took 6 months to get up the stones to finally ask me out. Finally, I seem to have an encountered someone with enough lust for life to make things happen.
But then here's the thing, on the message he asked if I wanted to go surfing tomorrow. Great, last time I went surfing, I was ten. And I have to work. So, instead we're meeting down at the beach tomorrow evening for a swim and sunset. First date in a goddamn bikini. Again. The local boy and I met while I was wearing a bikini for the better part of 5 hours on his boat. I need to find the confidence to be ok with this. I'm almost there, my body is almost, within 5 pounds, of hot (enough). I bought my first brazilian cut bikini bottoms last week at Jane's shop and I'm as tan as I will ever be. Jane, in her thick Portuguese/Brazilian accent, is always telling me that confidence is the hottest thing a woman can wear. I know this, I've just got to own it.
When I close my eyes, I see fragments spinning, pieces of my life unfolding and flying away. They're red. Bridget is leaving to go to California for a few years. I've been mourning her absence already. She brought me here. My faith in her gave birth to this life that I have now. She told me today that she's already lined up our next professional task together. She's become my sister, my mentor, my friend, and always, my boss.
I've never shied away from a new experience. I'm ready for this summer. I'm cautious yet exhilarated. I have a feeling it's going to be a big, life-changing summer.
Aloha.
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