Remember when I remembered I had a blog and started writing again? I mentioned that I went to Miami, on a whim, with a fling.
This was about a month ago. I was feeling spontaneous. So when a friend of a friend that I was vaguely interested in, asked me if I wanted to grab my passport, hastily pack a bag, and drive to Pearson Airport, I was like hell yeah.
We were kinda seeing each other, and I was in it for the fun. And possibly the sex. Yeah it was most definitely for the sex.
It was Saturday. We lazily showed up to the airport in the afternoon. I was wearing my obligatory Juicy Couture traveling suit. You know the one. We all bought one in highschool and keep wearing it as a dignified alternative to dressing like a complete slob.
We bought tickets to Miami, checked our bags, and entered the boarding gate. My heart was racing from the moment we checked our bags, to the moment we boarded the plane. The whole time, thoughts were running through my head along the lines of “What the hell am I doing?” And of course, typical introvert thoughts, such as “Where will I hide once I get sick of him?”
Such an amazing experience. So so spontaneous. And so stupid. Yet, all so very exciting. I savoured every moment–every last crumb. I felt like I was in a (well-written) romantic comedy. I don’t know if it was so exciting because I randomly booked a last minute trip, or because it was with someone I hardly knew. Or maybe it was because none of our mutual friends knew about it. Secrets are sexy.
This was the mother of all flings.
Have you ever engaged in pure selfish abandon? You know, where you literally just give in and indulge, indulge, indulge. That’s what I did for three straight days. I was a whole different person. I knew this was a once in a lifetime kind of deal, and I indulged my pretty little head off. We ate a little too much. We drank a little too much. We laughed a little too much. And we did things in places we weren’t supposed to. I’ll leave it up to you to fill in the blanks.
Highly recommend. Have a fling too many. Get out of your comfort zone and have a grand fucking time.
Things got a little weird after, as they do. But I’ll save that for another post.