A Walk on the Beach in the Moonlight

      After dinner that first night in Martinique, I went by myself to the open air theater, where the earlier orientation had been, to see the promised nightly entertainment. There was a comedian pretending to be a bad magician – really lame.

Mimi - resort Fireman?

      I was standing in the back, and the crowd and the heat suddenly were too much for me – my ears started ringing and I was seeing spots before my eyes. I found a nearby planter and sat down on the edge of it hoping to recover enough to walk back to my room.

      Harvey, a Canadian from my plane, came running over and told me I needed to get some air.

      A minute later, we were strolling on the beach!

      As addled as my hearing and vision were right then, I was not too out-of-it to think to myself, “Oh my gosh! My first night in Martinique, and here I am walking on the beach..... in the moonlight..... with a guy!”

      Harvey was thinking the same thing. Well, almost the same thing.

      What Harvey was thinking was, “My first night in Martinique, and I'm going to score!”

      I know that is what he was thinking, because the next words Harvey said out loud were, “Let's go to my room.”

      Really Harvey?!!!!!

      I managed a polite no and extricated myself from the scene walking hurriedly, if somewhat foggily, back to the crowd and the heat and the bad magician.

      The next morning, my assigned room-mate arrived. Jenny was from Washington, D.C. via the New York City plane. Jenny said all she wanted from her vacation was to lie on the beach and get warm....and maybe, just maybe, take a walk on the beach in the moonlight with a guy just one night. Was that too much to ask?

      I told her the dream was much better than the reality.

      But we could both still hope.

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