hot tub

Meeting someone in a pool, hot tub or on a beach turns the flirtation process on it's head a little, in my opinion. Single people will inevitably check each other out, whether they do it subtly or with catcalls. There are fewer secrets, you can tell if she has firm breasts, she can see whether you have a hairy back.

Flirting in this state is a subtle, delicate thing. It's so easy to get sleazy with all that flesh on display; there are fewer props and less neutral ground. Touching a clothed arm isn't as intimite as touching a naked one, standing close enough to smell someone in a noisy bar is fine, but less so if people are barely dressed.

Complimenting an item of clothing is one of my favorite nonthreatening ways to let someone know I'm looking and like what I see. Women often put alot of effort into their wardrobes, so these compliments are almost always appreciated. But bikinis just aren't really substantial enough for that to work.

So it's about the eyes, smiles, body language. Suggestive conversation.

This morning a 36 hour romance ended with Miss Hot Tub getting on a plane and leaving the country she was only visiting.

It was a flawless little relationship. Delicate flirting in the hot tub and pool, meaningful conversations, hot, sweaty, multiorgasmic sex. Extreme sleep deprivation. I stroked her hair and watched her finally sleep a couple of hours this morning, woke her up in time to catch her plane. We took pictures of each other at sunrise, kissed goodbye.

We'll almost certainly meet again, someday, but I somehow doubt the both of us will be single.

Damn geography.