We’ve been battling rolling ocean swells for over 26 hours, and I have never been so ready to get off the boat. Jeff is exhausted and, after the boat is nestled securely in the marina slip, he is sound asleep.
Walk. I must walk. I need to stretch my legs and have a change of scenery after such a marathon.
I am familiar with Ft. Pierce. It is just ok, and the marina isn’t close to the beach, so I set off to walk the waterfront path to the bridge and back.
Ahhhhh. There is a nice 15-20 knot breeze blowing, helping to temper this unusually muggy (82 degrees) New Years Eve afternoon.
My mood lightens. I find myself smiling at all who cross my path, wishing them “Happy New Year!” Most return the greeting.
As I cross under the A1A bridge footpath, I approach a lone man, fishing in the churning water just off the walkway. Smiling, I acknowledge him. He turns to face me directly, adjusting his pole in the process.
WAIT! He’s not fishing, and that’s no POLE!!!!
THAT, is is biggest, blackest, shiniest penis I have ever laid eyes on! And Mr. Man is working that thing like there is no tomorrow!
Averting my eyes (I know. It was difficult, I mean, that is the stuff of XXX porno’s) I deny him the reaction he so desperately desires. I continue ahead, quickening my step. When I get to the opposite side of the bridge, I hastily make for the crosswalk, punching the “cross” button exactly 27 times. Safely across the street, I look back. There is the perve, ambling in my direction. I begin to jog (God I hate jogging) and put a good amount of space between us when I see a police officer leaning against her squad car. I tell her about the “Handy Man”, expecting more than a business as usual-they’re mostly all homeless response.
Heading back to the marina, I choose the busy sidewalk instead of the waterfront path. My Happy New Year spirit has been temporarily doused. Walking past a row of men casting their lines from the marina wall, I look straight ahead. No more fellows fishing for pocket trout for me, thankyouverymuch.
Back on the boat, Jeff wakes up and greets me with a “Happy New Year, Honey”. I think after a glass or three of champagne, it will be. But right now, I am in desperate need of a shower.
not enough “ewwws” in “eeeewwww” for me. laugh out loud funny tho.
I hope this is not a indication of how the rest of your year will be! Happy New Year to you and Jeff.
eeeewwwwwww was aboot enough. kept thinking what he’d do if i mooned him, or something.
just stay away from Port Fierce! Nasty place!
OMG….and to think what happens on new years is what happens the rest of the year. lol.. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
may you have a long and shiny New Year!!!!