A Costa Rican guy I like asked me if I fancied doing something with him today. I thought he meant a stroll with his dogs along the beach, or a game of pool, but before I knew it, I had agreed to go to the river to swim and hang out, NAKED.
In hindsight, I´m more than a tad apprehensive. Not for the fact he could be the Samara serial killer, more for the fact that a few days surfing hasn´t yet turned me into a beautiful beach babe. Nor has my Brazilian wax done me any favours; my nether regions make me look more akin to a pimply, plucked chicken sporting a God-awful goatee, rather than a sexy porn star. Add that to the fact that my overstretched swimsuit makes me look like I´ve just stepped out of a Mothercare catalogue.
What am I to do? After surfing I am going to race round the shops to see if I can pick up a half decent bikini. Maybe I can compromise by going topless? Surely he can´t help but be impressed by marvellous mammaries? I´ll save the Dixy chicken look for after sunset.
On the plus side, I may not yet look like a surf chick, but I can surf. Yesterday, when I was feeling lazy and reluctant to drag myself down to the beach, I caught the first wave and many more after that. I am so chuffed with myself.
Vic x
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Yet again your blogs have made me smile. Only you could combine an exotic sunset with the trials and tribulations of a Brazilian wax. Lots of love, Row xxxx
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