This
spring break trip came just recently after my potential girlfriend
became my actual girlfriend and just past the day she let herself
into the carnal cabal of the kisser-faces. The upshot there was that
she was possessed with the converts zeal and wanted to try out some
making out when ever there was time. There is nothing more
entertaining on the face of the earth for a large group of people on
a trip together then to have to constantly wait for the PDA couple to
be ready for group time. We were not making out in front of everybody
but we were definitely taking more than our share of private walks,
naps, and stolen moments. At first everyone was being pretty cool
about it but by the third day the rest of the group was getting a
little testy and they were starting to make comments that seemed to
me like they were getting a bit irritated. The problem was that in
the scales of fired up pubescent sexual frustration the opinions of a
couple-of-eight dudes and chicks was easily over-weighed by the sweet
kisses of a pretty girl. Eventually there was mutiny and the group
broke up with the three unattached boys heading into town to find
babes of their own. In theory that could have happened, but based on
how unhappy their were at the end of the second and third days out
woman hunting I had the strong intuition that they had not been as
successful as they had hoped. The other girls and one other couple
stuck it out with us and moved from Red Cliffs into the nearby town
where my girlfriend's best friend's sister lived to take some real
showers and to sleep on some couches and beds. We left her sister's
house in the morning and drove back home the back way through a town
called Virgin which compels all and sundry to stop at the city
welcome sign for a picture. The trip back was quiet and everyone in
my car but me fell asleep. If you cannot be at peace in a car full of
good friends and memories then you may never be.
