I don’t know how to say this without sounding terribly ugly, so I will just come right out and say it so this story can find the rightful direction I mean for it to go…. Every time I go to the beach without my boyfriend, some dude hits on me. Every time.
Sometimes, it is just kind of an older guy that just wants to chat up a surfer girl and I probably do not seem intimidating because a) I’m alone and b) if I am surfing, I am usually smiling. To these guys, I am nice but not encouraging in any way.
Sometimes, it is a pretty hot guy who I don’t mind hitting on me. He’s cute, perhaps also a surfer, genuine, and just in general a nice guy. To these guys, I am friendly and real. And actually pretty happy to be talking story with another surfer or local.
Sometimes, and this is where the story is going, they are just bat shit crazy. Off their rocker, prime for an institution, delusional fucking crazy.
Yesterday, after surfing the pier, I was stumbled upon by just that.
But the crazy was well hidden in the facade of a smoking hot human. I mean this guy was straight up beautiful. Yet as soon as he opened his mouth, I could immediately tell something was very off. He went on and on about his exceptionally high IQ and photographic memory. Here’s the thing, people with these traits, don’t go around bragging about them. It was obvious lie after obvious lie spilling from his mouth like the shower I was attempting to take.
Why do I tell you this today? Because it freaked me the fuck out! This guy I think could be on par with like Ted Bundy, hot ass serial killer.
He kept trying to get me to come back to his house. When I went to my car to leave after expressing my skepticism, he just kind of lost it, hurling rude insults at me.
It’s a feeling I’ve not been able to shake all day.
Philosophies on Surfing ~ Updated
So yesterday I was finally sick and tired of being depressed about the extreme flatness and drove until I found a surfable break. I drove nearly two hours. It brought me back to my days in Hawaii where a bunch of us would load up the boards and pile into the car and drive to the north shore for the day. Or even caravan up if there were a lot of us. We’d surf multiple breaks and stop to eat and hang out and come home exhausted.
I’ve become such a soul surfer here. I’ve always been a little bit of a soul surfer… In Hawaii I used to go night surfing alone and almost always did dawn patrol alone. But here, I just always surf alone. Surf safari yesterday, I was alone. And that’s fine, usually when I start off alone someone drifts over. But I don’t know…. I miss consistent waves.
Surfing is just not the same cult in Florida that it is in Hawaii. I think surfing is a cult no matter where you go, but it’s just a little different in south Florida.
When I paddle out, I’m not trying to be the best surfer out there - I just try not to be the worst. But lately, like in the last 6 months or so, when I’ve paddled out on my longboard people will start to watch. I’ve been told I have style. So that’s something… I guess I finally learned to surf. It took 5 years but I’ll take it.
I’m realizing when it is flat in south Florida, I will have to travel to good surf. I currently do not have the means to do this. I can’t just hop a plane to Costa Rica or Tahiti. But someday I will. I need to build an empire. I know it won’t happen overnight, but I’m tired of struggling. I’m tired of working for someone else. Working for someone else is never going to get me anywhere.
My empire is coming. And then I can jet set off to any wave I want.
Call me crazy. That’s fine. Until my book comes out describing how I did it….
Wicked little creature. Though it’s hard to stay mad at her, when she looks at me with that crazy eye… #dogshaming #aussie #catahoula #howdareyouleavemehomewhenyoudoerrands #mynameismud (at The summer house)