There is probably already a thread on this, if this is forgive me and share the link.
I see posts on "women on boats" and "where to find a mate" and such things. I have no great insights, so I'll just share my story...
father and sailor. Some would say narcissistic sailor, since on weekends we are on the boat
, period. We (I) don't do town summer events
parties, or other ashore crap. No weddings, showers, kiddie birthday parties, bachelor parties, nothing. Summer weekends are boat
It took me 18 months after I filed for divorce to get the ex booted out of our home. During this time I felt it inappropriate to have another woman in my life lest it effect my little one.
Finally, I joined an online dating site and poked around. I looked a lot. There were plenty of smokin' hot women
, including women
pictured on boats. You know- bikinis, drinks, the ex cut out of the photo
types. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good party, and boating
is often about partying, but I didn't want some party chick.
One day I saw a photo
of a gal sitting on a rock. Nothing but dusky blue sea behind her, sitting on a rock at the very edge of the stone beach.
Damn, I know that rock. Despite the inability to see where the water
and sky split, and no land-based identifiers at all, I know that rock. That's my daughter's rock. That's the one we anchor offshore
and she likes to slide down on the lakeside into the water
. I KNOW that rock. I know exactly where that is!
I looked at her other photos. Some on boats, some hiking. All respectful. A golf photo? Hmmmm...suspect. Potential problem. But she had a photo of hers and her son's kayaks ("please send photo of boat and motor" ...one of the best funny
but serious boating
Now, I am a guy. That means I am retarded. This is no offense to those with Downs Syndrome, it is the reality of being male...innocence and ignorance. Dating websites advise "never tell a woman 'I seen you before!'" and in my innocence I sent her a simple message not expecting anything in return (that's ignorance).
I sent a message "you're on my daughter's rock!" and went on shortly to tell her where that rock is. That's all. Duh. Rule
#1 broken. And, I didn't express any interest in her.
Long story short, she suggest we meet at a Pennera. I hate Pannera, or anything like it. I have no use for "Starbucks" type places- crap food
at national prices with that neo-suburban atmosphere. I did it anyway, fargin' socialist over-priced generation-whatever junk place. We hit it off.
On our second date (first real date, they have some other name for the first not-internet-date place) I invited her to hike the frozen shoreline. She showed up with snowpants and real boots. Not girl boots, not fashion boots, but real boots. ZZ Top - how how how. Can you hear the music
? A real person...and (ooooohhhh) female.
Well, that's about the end of the story. She'll get dirty. She doesn't puke in crappy conditions. She doesn't like to be cold and wet, but doesn't complain (I do). She doesn't bitch about sh*t conditions- "(slam) we're making almost 2knots CMG (slam) we should be there (slam) in 12 hours". She even save us once- "why is there a log sticking up our here?" oh ****, that's not on the chart!
OK, now THAT is the end of my story. I am blessed. The perfect companion and partner is rare- but they are out there.