Mr. Pisces and I had known each other for several years before we begun dating. On our second date, my cousin had arranged a surf weekend. I knew that my new guy didn't surf, but he could swim and who doesn't love a good camp out on the beach, so I brought him along.
On the way up the 3 hour drive became a 5 hour one, because the driver wanted to try out the state scenic route (mind you this was before GPS), and we got hopelessly lost. Then the tire popped, and we waited 3 more hours for AAA (yes we were *that* lost). By the time we got to the beach campground, there was no spaces left. Luckily we had a friend who lived an hour away, so we backtracked and popped up a tent in the yard of his apartment. After a night of beef stew and cervesa with lime wedges and nachos, we decided to make it work. Needless to say we did not get much rest.
Next morning we headed to the beach determined to make the best of things. Since we were a few boards short, we offered to sit out the first hour, and lie on the beach. Unfortunately we both fell asleep on our towels, in full sun.
Three hours later we woke up to skin a vivid shade of scarlet. Now I freckle, and get tanner after a sunburn. My new guy was several shades lighter and his skin blistered! He even managed to burn the bottom of his feet! We had to take him to the hospital for sun poisoning and blistering burns. I was so sure I wasn't going to get a 3rd date, but I had to make sure he recovered; after all I darn near killed him. So every day before and after work I'd go to his house and make him a milk bath and rub aloe into his mangled skin.
Lime and beer is a flavor that reminds me to make the best of things.
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