Gymgirl: Wait, you’re using the picture of me cliffdiving? I thought you were so against that.
Me: (shrugging) It’s still a cool pic.
In all the times I’ve been to Bermuda, never went snorkeling. It was just something that Alison and I never had an interest in doing.
But my cousin, her fella, and the Gymgirl all wanted to, so I booked us on a catamaran where we headed out to a quiet place to snorkel.
It was actually really cool; the Gymgirl’s a licensed scuba diver so it was old hat for her but new for me. Don’t think I ever did it before anywhere, actually.
Turns out that I was allergic to the snorkling mask and my entire face looked like a nervous teenager’s the day after. Which is just as well…
Gymgirl: I’m going with your cousin to cliff dive. Do you two want to come?
Cousin’s Boyfriend: No. / Me: God, no.
So I spent the rest of that day in the cabin and did what I would have done in the past – read and write.
There’s a story I told you about over a decade ago about how friends and family bring something out of you that only they can do.
In a weird way, I wish the Gymgirl knew me better when Alison was still here. I was different with Alison, just like I’m different with the Gymgirl.
Which is neither a good nor a bad thing.
It’s just a thing, I suppose. Everything’s just a thing now, and I’m just dulled to it all.
Well, that’s not completely true.
Me: Did you survive?
Gymgirl: Barely! We had to hitchhike back to the ship, and…
Me: Hold on. (getting up) I’ll need more food for this.
There’s more, but I’ll tell you tomorrow or something.