your point? what's the most beautiful thing you've seen?
I think the most wonderful thing I've ever seen was a sunset on the Pacific Ocean with islands and mountains beyond.
I shared it with a friend (yes, a male friend, who was showing me the sights). Luckily he was married to my fathers new wifes daughter, so he knew boundaries. He's also in a wheelchair.
He took me out in his converted sports car, he let me play with the accelerator which is a hand job and made me laugh so much and showed me things only the locals see. He knew exactly where to park to watch the sunset. I still talk to him every week.
I've just remembered another (obviously I can't forget some of the gorgeous male bodies and minds I've known, but most of those memories are fleeting. For sure, the ones that stick with you in technicolour are the ones Mother Nature gives you).
I got up in the morning very early having hardly slept. We were camping near the ocean. Everyone else was in their camper vans (you should see Danny's, it's like something out of Close Encounters of the Third Kind, when he pneumatically disembarks). Anyways, they'd put me in a tent, so I'm up first. The beach - it was all purple and orange starfish. I'm the only one that saw it.
Then that night, being unable to get back in the tent, I went out on a converted fishing boat with some guy I met at the bar. He said Don't fall off, eh? but he wouldn't have known if I had.
It was the moon and the phosphorescence. That was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I stayed up all night sitting on the back of the boat while he sat at the front with his bottle of scotch. He turned off the engine and I just looked at the ocean for 6 hours. He gave me a piece of rope to play with "the little critters" with. Awesome, as they say.
I tried to get in touch with him, after I flew home, to say thankyou, but my letter was returned.
Not sure quite why, perhaps he was busy, maybe he'd moved or I didn't have the right address...
c/o a bar? oh well, i tried to say thanks (and sorry...
My stepmother was disgusting to him when I showed back up at camp in the morning. We'd brought 6 cups of takeaway black hot coffee and she screamed get off this campsite. My Dad was still in bed so he didn't intervene. So I went back out for more "putting about" as the ex-fisherman called it. He'd offered to take the whole family out for a trip (and Danny could've made it into the boat, he's agile), but the mad stepmother blew it for everyone. I figure she was pissed off at me because I was the tourist and she'd never seen the phosphorescence. I didn't have a camera with me but it's imprinted on my brain. It was like a million times brighter than the stars.
Anyway, my point is that I find it extremely difficult to have male friends. It's bad enough to have most women jealous of you. & I'm nice, happy-go-lucky and fun. I'm no threat. I kinda understand other people's reactions, but I find them ridiculous. I blame women, they should be able to tell who is a friend and who is not. Men, well they just get turned on. Not their fault and I'm sure that's the way it's supposed to be.
xL
maybe it would have been different had I married (or if I had bothered with a steady bf).
Men (and women?) would then treat me differently, I guess...