Blind Date Beach


It was 2 a.m. and I was stumbling into a romantic island inn with a man I had just met four days ago. We had just spent a little over four hours driving to the coast, and now we were dead tired. Between the night driving and lively conversation, we were past exhaustion. Our reservation was not until later that afternoon, but we could not wait to set out on our adventure. It wasn’t every day that you went on a blind date, made an instant connection and then ran off to the beach just days later! It was a seize-the-moment opportunity so we left as soon as we could. However, as we stood in the barely lit quiet reception area of the inn, we prayed for miracle room to be ready before dawn. Funny thing is, we got that miracle, but it may have qualified as trespassing…

We stood at the desk with not a person in sight. We called the number at the desk with no answer. So in our tired state, we walked around in hopes that we would find some employee. Instead, we came upon our miracle. Right behind the reception desk area was a room. Door wide open. Bed made. Lamp on. Not a bag or personal affect anywhere. Our weary bodies stood there looking into the empty inn room like it was a desert mirage. It was an answer to our prayers for rest, and there it was ready and welcoming us. We looked around and then at each other. “Why not?” my date whispered to me. I looked over at the room name, Total Escape, and laughed. God sure did have a sense of humor. I just wasn’t sure he wanted us to “steal” this room at the inn. But here it was—exactly what we prayer for—right before us. So we grabbed hands, walked into the empty room, latched the door quietly, laid down on top of the blankets and curled up into each other’s arms to rest in our “stolen” miracle room.

After a few hours of sleep, we merely got up and left the room looking as untouched as it was when we found it. No one noticed us and we went out to start the rest of our spontaneous vacation—which included no more trespassing.

What the rest of the weekend did included though was simple perfection. Each morning we would wake up before dawn to watch the sunrise. We stood there hand in hand or in an embrace watching the brilliant colors come to life before us. The glory of these displays was breathtaking, making us both stand in awe of the world we often took for granted. Brilliant colors and island silhouettes blended into live paintings. In these quiet moments, we shared our thoughts on God, faith and hope.

Shortly after that, we would take off on a morning jog across the bridge. Running side by side, we would share stories of our pasts and dreams of our future. We laughed in between breaths for air. OK, mine was more gasps for air while his were simple breaths. Regardless, he stayed by my side for the long, slow, 5-mile runs even though he could have ran it much faster. Completely drenched in sweat at the end, but we held hands nonetheless. We even threw in a few hugs, giggles and child-like skips as we did our cool-down walks. I frankly never thought running was ever this fun before. Hhhhmmm. I guess all I needed was a sexy, sweet guy at my side to make them more enjoyable. They should have put that in some running articles. I would have tried it sooner.

My adorable date would then take me out to breakfast at the local island dinner. We sat nibbling on food and sipping coffee for over an hour each day. At moments, we found ourselves just staring into each other’s eyes quietly. For a split second I could lose myself in his eyes. I could see hope. I could sense love. I could feel safe. However, there were other moments where my mind would scream. “This is crazy! It has not even been a full week since you have known this man. Don’t rush it. You will only get hurt.” But as soon as those thoughts would come, he would smile or touch my hand and the worry would fade away instantly. My instincts told me everything was fine. There was no need to worry. So I continued to let down my guard and be myself. He seemed to do the same. Eventually, once our coffee was cold and we realized the faces in the tables around us had changed…maybe more than once, we headed off to the beach.

The beach was a short drive from the inn, but they were always eventful. We laughed until we cried. We kissed at stop lights. My romantic new man on my side would stop the car suddenly and pick me some wildflowers. I sat there watching this beautiful creature pull up flowers on the side of the road, just to make me smile. Surely, I am dreaming, I thought. “How can I be this lucky? Where has this man been my whole life?” With flowers in hand, we headed off to the beach, the same beach he would go to when he was a young man. With our feet in the sand, he told me stories from his childhood. Showed me where he tried to surf. The way his face lit up during the stories revealed his character and spirit. Yes, there before stood a good man with a heart of gold. A man who had faith in God. A man who worked hard. A man who was passionate about life and love. I could see these things in his eyes, his face. I could feel these things in his words, his stories.

Hours were spent on the beach as we got to know each other more each day. Countless shells were collected with discussions on what we could do with them. We planned a “craft date” where we could create some beach keepsakes. He mentioned wanting to make me a necklace out of some of the bigger finds. I took tons of pictures and he didn’t get impatient. He simple watched me and smiled. This amazing man even pointed out things that I should photograph and tried his hand with my camera.

In the hottest parts of the day, we succumbed to the heat. We let the cool seawater soothe our hot sandy skin as we clung together in the waves. Frolicking like kids, we splashed and dove around. We even caught a glimpse of some dolphins in the distance. One afternoon, there was no one around. It was like we had a good mile of the beach to ourselves. Naturally, we had to remove our bathing suits to skinny dip. Well sort of. I took off my suit but still had on my flimsy beach cover up since I was partially out of the water. So yes, in broad day light we swam around in freedom with our bathing suits in hand. We laughed about our “criminal activity.” First, we “steal” a room at the inn. Now, we were skinny dipping on a public beach. “What will we do to top all this on week two?” I playfully asked my handsome naked date. All he could do was answer me with kisses, which was the perfect answer of course.

Our evenings began fairly early each day due to needing shelter from the sun. We would head back the room to devour pizza from the night before while sitting on the edge of the bed, still sandy and drained from the beach. We would clean the beach from our tired bodies so we could peacefully nap, wrapped in each other’s arms. We drank champagne in bed. Nearly every time we were in our suite, there was music playing too. So at random moments, he would grab me and pull me into a dance. Fast, slow, silly, romantic. It didn’t matter as they all just fit perfectly into the day. Some nights, we would go out to eat a local place. Listening to the live band, we snuggled up close. We sipped beers. We danced close. We laughed. Oh did we laugh, especially when we joked about how we must be disgusting people with our romance of constant kisses, laughter, and feeding each other. “People like us would make me sick before, and here I am one of them! Now, I understand,” I said.

“I know! This has been a perfect weekend. So fun and romantic. And I can’t keep my hands off of you. It’s like a honeymoon almost! But THIS is our ‘blind date moon’ I guess,” laughed my sexy date.

Just before sunset, we would go out and find a spot near our running bridge. Sitting there hand in hand, we watched God’s magnificent evening display. The colors again blending the sky into a romantic painting, reflecting our mood. As we sat there on a rock, I felt complete. For once in my life I felt at utter peace. It was as though the rest of the world had faded away and there before me was this man. This beautifully handsome, charming and loving man. One evening, these thoughts were running through my head and the bold sunset colors were before my eyes, and then the world stopped.

My beach date, the blind date I had only met days ago, the dashing stranger I willingly ran off to the beach with said, “I think I am falling hopelessly in love with you.”

My heart stopped. My brain stopped. I sat in silence. I don’t really know how long I sat there frozen in excitement that was laced in fear. It may have been seconds. It may have been minutes. My mind started to do all the logical questioning. “This is too soon. How can he know? What do you feel? What if you reply with the same and it freaks him out? What if you reply with something else and it freaks him out? Am I freaking out?” I am sure if my thoughts could have been played out loud, it would have been comical. But in between this whirlwind of panic, there was calm. My brain may have been analyzing my timeline of past hurts and fears, but my heart was fine. My heart was feeling the same. Of course, I was scared though. Wait. Let me rephrase that properly. I was terrified. Anyone who had been through painful relationships in the past would be. However, I took a deep breath and was willing to take a risk. I was willing to trust my gut. “I am not ready to make a big declaration yet, but that is only because I am scared and hurt from my past. But when I look at you, when I am with you, I feel like I am alive again. I feel like anything is possible. So…I think my thoughts are not far off from yours.” It was not a poetic and bold statement, but it was honest and what I could give at that time. I looked into his eyes, afraid it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

He smiled a deep and true smile of relief and happiness though and took me into his arms to kiss me. I thought, “I must be in a movie. This is too wonderful to be real life.” But it was real. Very real. So real that my heart was racing and my smile filled my soul.

As the four-day “blind-date moon” had to end eventually, we decided to take a chance and take our fairytale into reality. I pulled back from his kiss and asked, “I take this to mean, you want to see me again once we are home, in real life? Like as your girlfriend?”

He smiled and while holding my face, he said, “Yeah, I think that is a safe assumption.”

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This was a continuation from my story on meeting a fabulous blind date, which you can read here if you like.

To see the more professional pictures that I took from this trip, click here. I warn you, there a number of them as it was so stunning there, and I was excited. But, I did limit my plethora down to a big bunch.

From Blind Date to Fairytale


After being divorced and dating a few jerks, I really wasn’t all that excited about a blind date, especially with a “nice” guy. Yeah, those guys never like me anyway. I seem to attract the crazy, abusive or unstable men. Nice would be a refreshing change, but highly unlikely. I’d probably have more luck with the lottery, but I decided to go anyway. I figured, at the very least, I could enjoy a meal and bowling with friends, and possibly make a new one. I had no expectations of this blind date man even liking me. I have to admit, I was completely right, but utterly wrong at the same time. He didn’t like me. That was clear. Nope, he was more than a potential new friend. He was my perfect prince who started my real-life fairytale.

I was enjoying a glass of wine with friends when my prince and I met. He confidently walked over to the table where our mutual friends and I sat with a big smile on his face. As soon as I saw his dark hair, firm build, dreamy eyes and scruffy beard, I got butterflies. Of course, I tried to play it cool with a casual smile. But inside, my heart was doing a little school-girl happy dance. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. This date just moved to the next level.”

We all chatted easily over dinner, laughing and sharing stories. My prince was polite, respectful and quite the witty gentleman. Once dinner was done, we moved over to the bowling alley. Originally, I had rode to the restaurant with the couple who introduced us. But this handsome blind date of mine offered me a ride. Again, I hid my swirls of excitement with, “Sure. That’s fine with me.”

As we bowled, some of the initial walls began to fall. We found out more about each other’s lives. Divorced. Kids. Jobs. Hobbies…The twinkle in his eyes when he smiled….The spark from his hand during a high-five worthy strike…The heart-piercing sound of his laugh. Yeah, there was definitely something there. So I took deep breaths, telling myself, “Relax. Be yourself. Don’t expect too much.”

After bowling two games and delaying our friends some, we decided to move the date into the blind-date-extended-version. We said goodbye to our friends and we headed downtown to find some live music. While sitting side by side listening to the band, my prince put his arm around me gracefully and pulled me close. His touch was like a shock throughout my body. Oh, yes. I was in trouble, but it was the kind of trouble no girl in her right mind would avoid. By the end of the night, I felt like I had known this man for months. There was a complete and utter comfort in me as I spoke to him. I could tell him anything and he listened. Throughout the night, we shared more than most would recommend for a first date I am sure. But we didn’t care. It was as though we had just found our best friend again after being parted for a number of years. We had so much to tell and share.

By the end of the night, we had our first kiss. He slowly took my face into his hands and pulled me close. When our lips met, it was like the world melted away. I didn’t care about anything else but this amazingly perfect moment.

Eventually, the kiss did have to stop though. It may have been minutes. It may have been hours. Time was irrelevant anyway as we were both in a euphoria that we had forgotten was possible. Suddenly, the world seemed to be so much more exciting. That thought was very clear.

As the night ended, we knew we had to see each other again. So we didn’t waste any time of course. We hung out the next day, nearly the entire day. We ate brunch together and laid around talking about almost everything and absolutely nothing. We went swimming. Yes, it was the second date and my prince saw me without makeup, and he didn’t even seem to care! We took a walk hand-in-hand. I showed him the barn where my horse was boarded, my “sanctuary” in times of stress. We shared stories of heartache and pain. We laughed like school kids over the silliest things until our abs hurt. We kissed so gently it was like a soft breeze, and we even took a nap in each other’s arms. Through all of this, we really saw each other, like the real us. Not the image you normally display for the public, but the real, gritty, not-so-perfect us. And it was wonderful. There was no stress, no anxiety, or no façade.

At the end of the day, we thought about how crazy it was. We had just spent nearly 24 hours together in only two days. Probably not the most normal of blind dates for sure. But there was no reason to end, except for the mundane fact of work, which we had almost completely forgotten about. Yeah, reality snuck in for a moment. We did have to work in the morning after all. So we called it a night, but only after making a dinner date for the next day. Yes, he was going to make me dinner on day three of knowing me. I think the words, ‘pinch me’ came to my mind. However, dinner was just the beginning of the adventure to come.

The next day at dinner, this man amazed me even more. He was making me shrimp. “I remember you said it was your favorite,” said the dreamy-eyed creature who walked into my life only two days prior. I stood there smiling like a fool I am sure. How is it possible to be this happy and relaxed with him already? How did he even remember that I mentioned shrimp was my favorite? When did I even say that? As I stood there in thought, he leaned in, softly kissing my lips and started to dance with me in his kitchen. It was sweet and perfect. We danced about the house, laughing and talking. We ate shrimp and broccoli and drank wine. It was the simplest and yet most wonderful meal I think I have ever had. And at one point, he looked into my eyes and said, “Would you go to the beach with me?” At this point, I thought I was dreaming. Surely, I was dreaming. What 43-year-old divorced woman has a hot, single, nice guy invite them to the beach after only knowing them for barely three days? Only girls on the Hallmark Movie Network that’s who. And last I knew, I was not on a movie set. I mean if I was, I certainly was not seeing a check from them. Though, I have to admit the man before did have the body and face worthy of a part in a romantic novel. Heck. Maybe I was on a set?

“Are you serious? You can’t be serious. You barely know me,” I said with a laugh.

“I know enough, and I think we would have fun at the beach together,” said my handsome date.

“I think we would have fun too. I am sure of it. I can’t believe you are serious though! Um, can I give you an answer tomorrow? I will need to make sure some things are in order, but I think it is very doable,” I said with the biggest smile ever.

“You have the most genuine smile. So pure,” he stated as he ran his fingers along my jaw.

Oh yes, this was turning out to be a Hallmark Movie Network set after all. The only difference here was that there was no annoying person to yell cut in the action. Nope. It was real and right in front me. And I thought, why not take a chance?

The next day after work, my romantic blind date came by my house. The day before he mentioned wanting to cut up a tree that had fallen in my yard after a storm. He wanted to do this before we headed out on our four-hour drive to the beach.

“Are you kidding me? You want to cut up my tree for me? Before we drive and after we work?” At that point, I really did look around. I must be on one of those candid camera shows, but one with a romantic twist. Did they have those? They must! This must be a trick because wonderfully kind, handsome men did not exist. At least not in my past they didn’t. They were either kind, insecure and smothering or they were handsome, manipulative and abusive. This mix of sexy, gentle, giving, romantic and strong standing before me was something I did not know. I almost felt like I was staring at a mythical unicorn. But I am not a stupid woman. I was up for the challenge of taking a risk. “OK, cut away if you desire. While you do that, I will make some dinner.”

So there I was, in my kitchen, making meatloaf for a man I just met on Saturday. It was only Tuesday night and he was about to eat dinner in my home with me and my live-in father. This is insane, I thought. Who does this? Who runs off to the beach with someone they just met? Me. Yes, apparently I do, I told myself with a laugh. Outside of my past experiences with crazy men, everything in me told me to go. Everything in me compelled me to take a chance. Everything in me pushed me deeper into this magical fairytale unfolding before me. Everything in me whispered, you will regret not going. Seize the moment.

I looked out the kitchen window as I mixed the meatloaf, wondering, am I about to make the biggest mistake of my life or am I about to embark on the most romantic time of my life? I did not see a middle ground here. We were both all-or-nothing kind of people who spoke our minds. There was no beating around the bush and no time to waste. We both had been unhappy for way too long in our lives. Therefore, we were ready to take a chance and see where this instant connection would take us. And for the moment, after we ate some meatloaf with my dad, the connection was taking us to the beach…

(To be continued…)

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In response to the Dungeon Prompts ~ Turning Point.

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The Daily Prompt ~ Happily Ever After.