Naturally!
After that, we set out to meet our beached friends.
We find Phillip and Lori sitting on beach chairs under a palm tree, doing exactly what they had said they would do. Drink. Lori seems to be a bit drunk, and Phillip is not far behind.
“Hey, we were watching the volleyball tournament from here. You guys did great!” Lori says, and then she kisses Danny a little too passionately.
Phillip gets up, grabs me around the waist and says, “And looked great too. I really like the new bikini.” Then he kisses me passionately.
What is in those drinks?
Love potion?
But I decide I like Phillip like this. He's very loose and fun. We have a great time riding the wave runner out to the island. I stupidly let him drive, but I enjoy it immensely because I'm able to wrap my arms around him and just hold on tight. I love the feel of the wind on my face and my hair flying back behind me. I feel free. When we get to the island, Phillip jokes with me and chases me down the beach, trying to catch me so he can help me take off my top. When I finally let him catch me, he just throws me into the sand and kisses me. It's great fun, and I'm totally at ease with him. I don't feel the least bit pushed. Maybe this will work after all.
We get back to the resort, and Danny asks Lori if she's ready for a nap.
I'm sorry, but neither one of them look the least bit tired.
“Hey,” I blurt out, “you're not even married yet. Why don't you save something for the honeymoon?”
They just look at me, laugh and leave.
Phillip, who has sobered up some, leers at me. “You know, I'm feeling pretty worn out myself. Why don't you come take a nap with me?”
I consider it for a minute.
No, I decide. Too soon.
“No way, we're going parasailing. Come on.” I grab his hand and lead the way.
Later that night, we meet Danny and Lori and their parents for happy hour and tell them all they missed out on by not parasailing. It was exhilarating, and scary, and a total rush. The kind of stuff Danny lives for. I loved it and had so much fun with Phillip. I really do like being around him.
I get the feeling they don't think they missed out on much though. They look at each other with dreamy eyes. And they share these glances, like they know a big secret that no one else knows.
It makes me feel kind of jealous.
I would like to feel that way about someone someday.
I gaze at Phillip and wonder if I could ever look at him like that.
As soon as we finish with dinner, Lori and Danny excuse themselves. Evidently they are still tired. As she is leaving, Lori says, “Don't keep her out too late, Phillip. We have yoga class at eight, with full spa treatments after.”
“Eight?” I say with a groan, but Phillip gives me those stern eyes of his and I say, “Sounds lovely,” and I force a smile at her. It is her wedding after all.
Phillip and I decide to go dancing. I think that sounds like great fun because then I can get Phillip a little drunk and loose again.
I'd like to dance with him all night and maybe, just maybe, take him back to my room later.
Phillip and I have each had three huge margaritas and are out dancing when two guys, who Danny and I killed in the finals of the volleyball tournament, come dancing up next to us. We are all sort of dancing together, and I have to admit that I'm loving the attention. I had thought today that the guys might be gay, but the way they are dancing with me, I'm inclined to think not.
At one point, I turn back around toward Phillip, and I don't see him. I look over at our table, and I still don't see him.
Weird.
He must have gone to the bathroom.
The guys and I dance to a whole bunch of fun songs, and the waitress keeps coming around with these cool shots. Her serving tray has a bunch of glow in the dark necklaces on it, and you get one with each shot you order. She must be selling them well because the dance floor is glowing with them. Nearly everyone I see has at least one necklace on.
I've had two of them, I think.
I look down at my chest and see that I, do indeed, have on two necklaces, so I must have had two.
See. I'm not messed up.
The not gay after all guys order us another round when she comes by again.
I do one more shot, put on another necklace, excuse myself and head to the bathroom.
Why is it when you're in the bathroom at a bar, you suddenly realize just how screwed up you are?
The stall is spinning around me, and something in my brain makes me realize that Phillip has been gone for a long time.
Disappeared.
Hmm. I wonder where Phillip has gone?
I think I will go and look for him.
I don't say goodbye to the not so gay guys and start off down the beach.
“Phillip. Oh, Philliipp. Where fore art thou, Phillllip?” I sing and dance my way across the sand.
Where am I going again?
Oh, yeah.
Find Phillip. Then what?
Take him back to my room.
Ooh, that sounds fun!
I think I see someone sitting on a beach chair up ahead of me and am surprised to find out that it is Phillip.
He's sitting in a beach chair.
Did I say that already?
Why is he doing that?
He is supposed to be dancing with me and having fun.
And I have been having so much fun.
“Philllippp! Oh, Philllipp, why are thou art out here, Philllipp?” I ask him, as I slide onto his lap and run my fingers through his hair.
I love Phillip's name. It just rolllls off my tongue.
I also feel very romantic.
Amazing how that happens after a whole bunch of drinks.
Maybe those glow in the dark shot thingys had love potion in them too.
“Why did you leave me, Philllippp?” I pout, while trying to look sexily at one of his eyes, but I keep seeing two. Well four total, actually.
That kind of looks freaky.
He must be drunk to look so bad.
“I didn't really feel like dancing with a crowd.”
I think Philllippp is mad at me. Why would he be mad at me when we're having so much fun?
I know what takes a guy's mind off being mad. Kisses.
So I kiss him, but he pushes me off his lap and stands up.
That's weird.
“JJ, I'm not going to do this. You don't want this or me. You made that painfully clear tonight, you didn't even try.”
“I did try, Philllipp! I was having a great time! You're the one who left me.”
I'm getting mad because he is speaking to me in a very accusatory tone.
Like I did something wrong.
He's the idiot who left me with two not so gay guys.
“Phillip, I don't get it. You say you want to be with me, but you leave me? You say you want to dance with me, but what? All of a sudden, we can't have fun and dance and party like we always do? It seems to me you haven't made much of an effort. And then after I come find you and kiss you, you get all pissy with me. I don't like it, Philllipp. I thought you wanted to kiss me, Philllippp.”
“I had a lot of fun with you today, JJ, but you totally blew it tonight. I thought that you wanted to be with me, only me.”
I look at both Phillips and say, “So that's what this is all about? You're on a jealous little rampage? Grow up, Philllipp.”
Good-bye, Philllippp.
I stumble away from him and run up the beach.
Why am I stumbling?
It must be these stupid sandals. They are giving me problems, and they must come off!