8/23/2011

The Deep End of the Ocean

Story Sent in by Nathaniel:

Kristina and I had been dating for about three weeks when we went to the beach together.

On our way to a good beach spot, we passed three shirtless guys. "Hello," she said so that only she and I could hear, but sounding very interested. They walked by without giving her a second glance, but she kept her eyes on them even after we had set our towels and bags down.

Joking around, I said, "If you hurry you might be able to catch up to them."

Without a word, she trotted away from me and hurried in their direction. I watched her go for a little bit, convinced myself that she had to have been walking to the bathrooms or snack bar, applied sunscreen, and did some reading.

She hadn't come back after 40 minutes, and I went into the water. When a solid hour had passed since she had left, I walked in the direction I had last seen her heading. There was no sign of her, and the only thing left to do was to try her phone, which of course, she had left in her bag, back with me.

I asked the snack bar vendor if he had seen anyone matching her description. He hadn't. I wasn't sure what else to do, but I knew that she had to return to our spot eventually, so I returned to it, read some more, swam some more, and made the acquaintance of a couple of young women who also sat nearby.

Kristina appeared a few hours later. She gave me a smile and a "Hi!" as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

When she didn't surrender any information about where she had been, I asked her, "Where did you go?"

She replied, "Oh, just making some new friends. It was really awesome."

I didn't press her any further about it, and she didn't say anything else. We remained at the beach for about two more hours. During that time, I spoke a bit more with my two new friends. Kristina didn't seem to like that, and even asked me at one point, "Uh, are you at the beach with them or me?" I didn't reply. It wasn't worth it.

On our way back to our neighborhood, in the car, she told me that she just wanted to be friends. "I'm dating someone else, someone I just met today," she added, "and I want to see where it goes."

I agreed with her decision, and to this day, we remain friends. Friends who never really speak to each other, that is.

10 comments:

  1. In this case "I agreed with her decision" can also mean "I had no other choice".

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  2. ^ Haha.
    Surprised youdidn't you go a step further and let those shirtless guys come back and kick sand in your face? Jellyfish have a bigger spine. Buck up!

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  3. Yeah, you're kind of a gigantic pussy. I'd certainly enjoy the beach for a minute; go swimming, get some food, but for god sakes why would you wait around after the first half hour had passed? Just leave her shit right there on the beach, or at the snack bar and head the fuck home. I mean, you have to have a little more self-respect, right?

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  5. OP is a bit of a pussy. I mean, waiting hours for her to appear?

    I would have just said 'Have a good ride home with your new friends' and left her there.

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  6. I can see where Pinkerton and Jason are coming from, but I wouldn't go so far as to call him a pussy. It's not like he just sat there passively waiting for her; he seemed to have a good time without her and even managed to meet some new people.

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  7. I agree with Baku, even if the only reason he did so because he was waiting for her to show up.

    And yeah I probably would have waited around for a while first too, but a few hours is too long. Like Pinkerton said, leave her stuff at the snack bar and go home.

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  8. I doubt very much that the part about him making new friends is true. He probably spent the whole day alone.

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  9. ^Could be, it's a pretty easy thing to add to a story so that you don't sound completely lame.

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