On Saturday, my girlfriend and I went to the Jersey Shore to send a proper farewell to “Hurricane” Earl and to soak in the final rays of the summer. We managed to miss traffic (on a Saturday! Labor Day weekend!) and had a great time catching up in the car on the ride down.
Fortunately for us, we had plenty of eye candy to keep us entertained once we put down our things on the narrow patch of sand. (I know it’s shallow. But I feel like the world is coming in rose-colored these days so cut me some slack while I enjoy the view). My girlfriend points out a cute boy as we take our seats at a beachfront tiki bar and within minutes he is seated next to her. I chat with the two handsome men on my left and conversation flows smoothly (pats self on back). Just to clarify: the guy my friend is chatting with is not friends with the guys I am chatting with. One of them teases me for wearing Birkenstocks on the beach and I politely explain that I’m trying to make them sexy again. He laughs and says they were never sexy but that I wear them well. I asked if I had interrupted their chick-hunting session and he tells me he always carries a spear with him for just the occasion.
We made each other laugh.
He asked for my full name.
I turned to see how my girlfriend was doing as she gave the guy her number. Nice. She motions to me that we should head out and grab something to eat. I turn back to the smoking hot guy with the sunglasses (he was starting to look very handsome but I’m also drinking on an empty stomach at this point). We hug, he winks, and says he’ll see me around.
What the eff???
I’m thinking that somehow during the course of our conversation I had landed in the friend zone. How did that happen? Was it my comment about scoping out women? Was he just not physically attracted to me?
I’ve noticed that men tend to feel very comfortable around me which I always thought would work to my advantage, but now I feel as though it makes them see me as either one of the guys or a little sister. I’m not sure this will work in my favor in the dating world.
But I’m sure as hell not giving up my Birkenstocks, that’s for damn sure.