While on the sailing/camping/snorkeling/fishing trip we had an interesting discussion about terminal velocity, palm trees and coconuts as we were pitching our tents under these said trees. This conversation later evolved to terminal colour as in the point in which your skin will get no darker from the sun. Interesting? Somewhat. As I am a firm believer that nI can and will get darker before reaching my terminal colour.
Now on to more interesting things. I met a boy. A cute boy. From England. He’s a dentist. He’s travelling the same path as I am. Yes, it is entirely possibly that this wonderfully funny and charming dentist could be my next big crush. He’s meeting me in the next country I’m going to only because I had already booked my boat trip and couldn’t get out of it. He’s coming on the next boat. With my cellphone that I forgot on the island. He said he’d return it to me for sexual favours. Go me? I think so.
I thought about hooking up on the sailing trip but so many people were that it just seemed tacky. Yea, I know. I’m not really one to talk about tacky when I’m sitting here hoping that a guy I had met for two whole days returns my phone to me and meets me in the next country. But he did add me to facebook and let me know that I left my phone. I had no idea. I was in such a rush to leave because I hate packing and waking up early. And I didn’t want to leave him. He was so nice to cuddle with. *sigh*
Maybe, just maybe, this backpacker with the still healing heart can make it through and find something even better. The Dentist and I really did hit it off quite well within the first few minutes of talking. I wonder…
