This past weekend, I went on an overnight beach trip for the first time with the BF.
Big deal right? Full of memories, laughter, romance, etc. The usual general mushiness.
The most memorable part of our trip? Two grown ass men engaged in fisticuffs over our parking space as we’re leaving the beach parking lot. As the BF drives us away, I’m turned backwards in my seat to see who wins, all the time chanting “Fight! Fight!”
TRUE STORY. LOL it was awesome.
So yeah, we went to the beach this weekend, and it was really great. Like, awesome. A first time for me on many levels (not the one you’re thinking PERVERTS). A first weekend away with my first grown up and serious relationship. A first hotel stay with a BF. A first time at this particular beach. A first time sharing a place that I love with someone that I care about… the beach is one of my very favorite places to go.
We’re talking blue skies, sweet breezes; blue-green water and powdery sand that’s cool beneath your feet – how could you ask for more?
It’s not just the mushy crap either that was full of firsts. For the first time I feel like in addition to the relationship component we are friends and not just boyfriend/ girlfriend. I got to hang out with my awesome friend for a whole weekend! Selfishly, I wanted to jealously guard out time together. The hardest thing was having places to go, people to see. It was tough sharing that time with other people.
But… to get mushy for a moment… There’s something incredibly sweet and wonderful about waking up in the arms of someone that means that much to you, holding hands and laughing and talking and feeling comfortable and safe and free to just… enjoy it without any guilt.
Is that so bad?
We will definitely be doing it again, and going without any agenda but to relax and have fun… I know, no agenda doesn’t sound very much like this Sunburnt Peach, does it?
Another first 🙂