…so the weather was great and I made the trek to my fav semi obscure beach…
…it was a little overcast when I got there but still nice. I love the place when there aren’t so many people. Stress melts away from me. At a place like this, a single male is looked at with suspicion but I was mostly anonymous and left alone. Unfortunately, the more often I had visited, the more I had begun to know the regulars. I had one guy, Brad try to recruit me as his wingman. Well, since I’m one to move around allot, he would ask me if I knew where the hawt chicks were as he likes to look. Yeah, don’t we all, but he’s just a little more voyeuristic and aggressive than most guys. He’s given me condescending lectures about how I’m supposed to pick up on ladies and such. Well, yeah, I don’t need the advice of some middle aged weirdo who has to wear a baseball cap to cover what Rogaine can’t. I’ve already got a dickhead manager at my job who talks down to me and I ain’t gonna listen to that sh*t off the clock.
So, recently I meet a guy, let’s call him Leo. He’s in the middle of divorcing his wife. He doesn’t have a job and gets to hang out at the beach all day. We had some interesting discussions. I told him about the manosphere and not to placate to women. He told me that he had some run ins with Brad and his friend whom regulars refer to as Pitbull. Apparently he had approached several women and Brad and Pitbull were either jealous or mad that he was getting closer than they were. They had given him some harsh words and threatening glances. He would hang in the center of the beach. He was on the edge of where the “respectable” nudists would set up. I never really liked the center of the beach as I hate crowds and I’d get glaring looks from the “moral majority.” Anyways, he was trying to be friends with that clique as he likes to play volleyball and they host games.
A few days back, we were hanging out and talking. There were two attractive naked ladies, Brad and Pitbull were gawking with a bunch of other guys. I told Leo I was ready to get outta the area as I’d prefer solitude. We were at the waters edge and he mentioned that he thought those two had done damage to his car. Pitbull walked towards us and gave us a menacing look. I mentioned loud enough for him to hear. “Man, it’s really f*cked that someone messed up your car.”
Pitbull shouted back “I didn’t f*ck with his car and that guy is a major pervert, you shouldn’t hand out with him.”
I shouted back, “Yeah, look whose talking Mr. Forty Year Old Virgin.”
I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this and said, “F*ck this sh*t, I’m going hiking.”
Leo followed and said that it was ballsy of me to stand up to Pitbull. Truth is he is a bit overweight and I don’t think in great fighting condition. I’d rather not fight the assh*le but I’m not gonna be bullied at this point in my life. Later, Leo mentioned there was going to be a drum circle after sunset. I said that would be cool to attend. We went up the trail and grabbed dinner.
As we headed back, we ran into some of the volleyball crew. It was two sunburnt older guys. They were bringing a keg of beer to the beach. Somehow I helped one of them bring it down the precipitous trail whereas Leo and the other guy seemed to wander off. I was hoping they’d bust open the keg that night. They said it was for the Fourth. They told me there’d be a huge party and to bring girls. They kept on talking about women and I realized these guys were pussyhounds. They just organised volleyball games to try to look respectable. They’re comparable to Brad and Pitbull except they used a different set of tactics. As the drum circle started, I was glad that I was able to avoid them for most of the evening. The drum circle had fire dancers, fire spitters, of course drummers et al. I would’ve loved to have had some shrooms at this event. I even borrowed Leo’s drum and enthusiastically banged away until someone politely suggested that my rhythms were going against the general beat. I left well after midnight and the thing was still going strong.
Well, back to today. I was walking along the beach with Leo. He spoke briefly with an older lady he had played volleyball with. We continued walking and walked past a public display of sex. It was kind of funny but also made me feel uncomfortable at the same time. There was a girl and guy going at it. There were a dozen guys surrounding them. As I walked past, I couldn’t help but release a loud chuckle. One of the guys looked up so I waived at him. He looked away. As we passed the f*cking couple, I waived and said “Hiya!.” The girl giggled. It was weird and surreal. I’ve seen public sex at least a dozen times but it still strikes me that way. He laughed and said I was a “total Rockstar” for razzing the public sexxxers.
We were getting closer to the trailhead and spotted PitBull and Brad. Leo said we should mess with them. I mentioned I wasn’t looking for a fight. He planted himself between them and the girls and guy they were perving on observing. I thought this will not end well. I began walking up the trail. He starred at Pitbul and his assistant. Then I heard yelling. Pitbull was screaming “Call the lifeguards if you see this freak again!” and frantically waving his arms. Leo made a mad dash for the trail and quickly caught up to me. I asked what happened. He said he got his camera out and that he was going to take a picture of Brad and the Pitbull just to mess with them. He said they said that he was trying to take a picture of the girls. He said he was afraid they were going to damage his car again. I didn’t really know what to say except that he’d brought the drama upon himself.
This beach is a strange beautiful place. It’s like a sociology experiment where people who are brought up in a puritanical culture are given freedom they can’t handle. Oh well, what should’ve been a relaxing day wasn’t because of stupid people.
