I met a long, lean hunk of a male in Mexico. And he swept me off my feet.
I know this will shock most of you, if not all–after all fidelity is a cornerstone of the Catholic faith I was steeped in. Not that folks can’t cheat and recover–I know they can. But as many times as I’ve been propositioned in my lifetime I’ve never taken anyone up on it–and didn’t plan to.
Maybe I was swept off my feet by the crashing waves and sunny skies of this quickie vacation I am on with my cousin Sarah, whom I call “Sistahcuz” because she is just that–my sister/cousin. Maybe it was the fact that his eyes met mine from a view off the roadside and I just couldn’t look away. But mostly it’s due to my sister/cousin, who saw that look in my eyes of daring adventure and life-long fantasy that only a family member can extract from what to the naked eye would register as a passing flicker–and she made it happen.
Thanks to Sarah setting it all up–yes she was in effect my pimp on this zestful joyride of life–I was spirited away in the cool waters of Cancun by a warm-blooded male I can only describe as majestic.
And for this woman of 46 years young, battling breast cancer and braving all that life has to throw at me, the fact that I stepped into a life-long dream and in one hour that dream had come true is truly one of the most magical, wonderful moments of my life.
And to my wonderful husband Sandy I can only say this:
don’t worry, dear. I’m talking about a dolphin.