This is the 21st anniversary of my becoming my husband’s girl.
The story I told before happened on March 22. Here’s what happened the next day.
From the airport in Hilo we were taken to the Big Island Rainforest Action Group headquarters, a building/campsite area in the forest. Many people had tents, but I had never camped before, so I slept on the floor of the main room indoors.
The Aries with the blue eyes slept in his friend Matt‘s tent.
In the morning someone with a car announced he was taking all of these hippies to the beach. I put on my neon one-piece and away we went.
We piled out on the side of a road. The driver pointed to steps and drove off.
I froze at the top of the steps. Everybody down there was naked. Hippies were running down the wooden steps whooping and peeling off their tie-dyes.
The beach was gorgeous. All the sand was black, because it was from the volcano. The ocean was clear aquamarine in front of us. We had palms and papayas behind.
I spread out my towel and lay there in my suddenly louder-than-neon one piece, watching naked hippies play Frisbee.
The Aries and Matt came to sit with me. We ate papayas and watched dolphins frolick close to shore. Later a humpback whale swam over and waved its fluke at us.
Back at the campsite all of those protesters had sunburned privates.
I had gotten to know the Aries pretty well by now. So well that Matt suddenly wanted to sleep outside, which left a vacancy in the tent if I wanted it. He said this in front of a nasty guy who had offered me tent space earlier, so I had to turn him down to protect feelings.
The Aeries asked if I would rub lotion on his burned back. He suggested I bring my baby oil over and give him a lube job.
I said, ‘I know your type, lube ’em and leave ’em.’
I think he hasn’t left me yet just to prove me wrong.
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The lengths a man will go to prove a woman wrong…enduring 19 years of love and happiness. Way to go, D.
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