No different than the forgotten slutty chick with a couple std’s, mentally unstable, fake t!ts and is looking at your bank acct. who texts you out of the blue. It wasn’t all bad… was it
I remember shooting my shot with one of those.
She was a "friend" in high school the way people are friends in high school. I hooked up with her better looking and more stable friend, she hooked up with some of mine. Tiny thing with a Jay Leno chin and mega melons that still stood at attention in her early 20s. Always had a look in her eye like she would be fun.
Ran into each other years after high school. She had some well angled photos on her Myspace (lol) page, many in bikini tops. Had a drink, shot the sh!t, ultimately didn't pan out to anything more than old friends catching up in the time I was willing to invest.
A couple years later she hit me up on social media asking if I knew anywhere she could score some pills.
I find the beach to be a bit more raw and honest than that analogy.
Flawed.
Daunting.
Requires lots of attention with infrequent payoff.
Capable of brilliance that is objectively mesmerizing to anyone.
Windows that lull you into thinking you've got her figured out.
Moments that make you question why you stay.
Some people seem to have it wired.
Some people are utterly lost.
Ultimately you might realize you enjoy the peaks, valleys, and challenges and question anyone who prefers something easy.
Or you might realize that you'll never figure her out, and that's ok.