Watching White Lotus has me thinking a lot lately about something that happened three years ago at that kind of resort. Not in Hawaii and we weren’t staying in the Palm Suite, but that sort of high-end resort where everything is geared for you to never leave and just sit around all day doing … nothing.
My husband and I went, and by day two he had already grown bored of sitting at the pool. But that’s what I wanted. So I agreed to go let him play golf, and I put on a one-piece to go lay out. It was an hour or so into my pool time, just when my second tequila sunrise was arriving, that someone sat down at the chair next to mine. We started talking about the drink menu, and just hit it off from there, honestly. Her name was Cami, and she a few years older but very petite where I’m a bit more curvy. Not that I was thinking about her like that then, just to give you an idea. Her husband was fishing, and so we spent the afternoon learning more about each other and agreed to dinner plans.