beach

On the beach

After our beautiful first kiss we slowly made our way to the main road stopping in between to start kissing for real. Yeah, way to go. Aussie really knew how to do that. Walking along the main street we noticed that it was definitely not the right place for us. So back to the beach for us again.

We found a real nice spot with oversized pillows on the beach about 500 meters from our dinner place. There we squeezed together on one pillow and started exchanging bodily fluids in earnest.

Wow, what can I say. Reclining together on this pillow and getting hugged, touched and kiss by this bear of a man just felt amazing. I loved it when he said that he was nervous around me. Always good to keep a man on his toes.

Sometime in between he told me that he was leaving the day after tomorrow for Chang Mai. He and his friends had booked the whole trip ahead in Australia and flight and hotel had been paid for. But in the heat of the moment he said he would love to spend more time with me and I offered him to stay at my bungalow. In the throes of passion all kind of stuff can be promised.

More kissing and touching ensued and after two G&T we had decided on a course of action. He would come home with me since it was only at the end of this beach and I had the nicer place. Unbelievable that I was able to drink so much and not feel drunk. At least not from alcohol only from love. Okay, it might have been only passion but whatever it was, it made me take home Aussie.

Fly me to the moon

Dinner with Aussie didn’t make me sleepy. On the contrary, I was wide awake. Sparks were flying and tension was in the air. When we moved away from the restaurant on our search for a bar we met one of the many floating lantern sellers. And guess what? Aussie was a sucker for romantic gestures and bought a lantern. Just don’t forget that nothing has happened yet.

He paid for the lantern and held it for me to light it with his lighter. Yes, Aussie was a smoker. So very wicked in this day and age. Especially since I had quit years ago. But Aussie was by his own word a holiday smoker. Whatever that means. But so far he had only smoked one cigarette, so maybe he really had his habit under control.

Anyway, I lit the lantern and together we let it go, letting it float away into the dark night. We were watching it getting smaller and smaller and suddenly he pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. That was unexpected. He had appeared so nervous all through dinner, sweating hard and using his napkin every five minutes to pat his forehead dry. Who would have guessed that he had it in him to make a move?

And I loved it! I loved it that he didn’t stick his tongue down my throat right away but gave me a cool, dry kiss on my lips. Then he took my hand and didn’t let it go for the rest of the evening.

Tindering

I am back home since more than a month and I had the trip of a life time. Dating wise it was a bit meager since most backpackers on the road in SE Asia were at least 20 years younger. Not that I would mind someone younger but I got the feeling that I was just not meant for them. So I traveled for three months without anything happening and this although I was excellently prepared for all eventualities.

For the last part of my trip I had a beach vacation planned and for this I pulled out all stops (compared to the rest of the trip). I flew to a well-known island in Thailand and there rented a bungalow on a beautiful beach. Not right in the middle of the action but a little bit further down. At my age I want to choose when to party and not have it in front of my door all the time.

So the second day I am there I activate Tinder since I will spend a week on this island alone and I already noticed at breakfast that at my hotel I won’t meet anybody. I swipe so often to the right that Tinder tells me I am out of likes for 12 hours. Did that ever happen to you?

I start texting with a couple of guys, not all of them on the same island. So really what’s the point? I just want to meet some people and have a great last week of this totally amazing trip. Two guys want to meet me right away and I agree to meet both of them. The first one around 4:30-5ish and with the other I arrange to text later since he can’t make it before 7. It feels a bit over-motivated to meet two on the same evening but from experience I know that 90% of the people on Tinder are super douche, so it’s best to keep all my options open. And with no expectations I walk into town to look for the Irish pub because every place has at least one of them and it’s as good a meeting place as any.