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I had a funny thing happen ….
One day, I was down at the beach with my camera.
(Shocking, I know – right?)
No Lifeguard On Duty.
I was taking landscape photos when I noticed a group of surfers noticing me.
I’m sure what they were really noticing, was my camera.
People often think I’m a reporter, or someone very important, because I have a professional looking camera.
The surfers kept glancing my way.
Almost immediately, they started showing off for me.
(You’d be surprised how often people ham it up when they see a camera!)
I took a couple shots of them.
Eventually they got out of the water and wandered over. They wanted to chat, to ask questions about photography, etc.
I explained, I’m really no one important.
They clearly enjoyed the idea of posing for me anyway.
A few of them went back in the water to show off some more.
I suppose, it was a misguided attempt to impress me.
Maybe they thought I’d get an amazing shot and they’d become famous surfing legends.
(Don’t laugh – there’s a lot of surfers in California who want to be/go pro.)
There was one particular surfer who was obviously Leader of the Pack. He was very outspoken about everything.
He told me outright, he’d like his photo taken.
He was bold, with an overabundance of confidence, and looked to be about the age of my oldest son.
(By “overabundance of confidence,” I mean he came off extremely conceited.)
I took a few more photos, mainly just to humor them.
I eventually thanked the group for the shots and announced it was time for me to leave.
Leader of the Pack asked for my business card so he could contact me to see the photos in a few days.
I gave it to him, not thinking twice.
The entire encounter was not much different than many others I’ve had.
What happened next, was the shocker.
Leader of the Pack pulled me aside and asked if I’d like to stay and have sex with him.
(One of my girlfriends told me she would have given anything to have seen my face at that moment.)
“What???” I asked.
“Sex?” he repeated, sincerely. His inquisitive, very young, eyes probed mine.
(Did I just say probed???)
“You want to have sex?” I sputtered.
Calmly he said, “Well?”
“I’m married,” I said hurriedly. And then I, pretty much, ran away.
I was flustered and confused by his unexpected invitation. I didn’t know what else to do.
Ok, well – technically, I DID know what to do.
I just didn’t want to do it with a total stranger.
Hours later, I was still trying to convince myself I’d heard wrong.
He surely couldn’t have calmly, nonchalantly, asked me for sex?!
Strangers don’t just walk up and ask strangers to do it.
Also, I’m pretty sure he could have gone to high school with my oldest son.
Young BOYS don’t ask middle aged frumpy women for sex.
I know there are a lot of cougars in Orange County,
One of my friends looked at the photos of Leader of the Pack and thought he was very hot.
“His approach has obviously worked for him before,” she told me.
Am I really THAT naive?
I’d like to say I never heard from him again,
But I did.
He sent me emails me for about two weeks.
He invited me to his apartment, repeatedly.
I only responded to his first email.
I sent him the best shot I took of him surfing. In that same email, I asked him how old he was.
He responded saying he’s eighteen.
Then he asked again,
“Would you like to come visit my apartment? I’d like to make you dinner.”
I didn’t reply.
And not to any of the other emails he sent.
(Eventually he stopped sending them.)
I DO have a photo of him.
I will not be publishing it on 24.
(However, I might bring it with me on Road Trip 24 if you really want to see it.)