For the 2nd time in 3 months, I had to go to Asia again for work. This trip however included Thailand. Since I’d never been to Thailand before, I chose to extend my stay and stay on for ten days in Thailand. Partially because work had been so busy that I’d barely had a chance to catch my breath and also because it would give me some time alone to continue processing this whole “divorce” thing.
The first half of the trip was all work related. It was great though, I got along with the person that I travelled with. We got work done during the day but had some laughs on our travels and after work.
I headed to the south end of Phuket. I booked myself the nicest room at this resort built onto the side of the hill (hey, it may have been a hike up in the heat, but I was safe from any Tsunami!) My room and view were amazing. I booked a pool access room which meant that right off my private balcony, there was a shared pool with four other rooms.
Each day after I’d adventure around Phuket, I’d head back to my room and swim in my semi-private infinity pool. It was heaven. Phuket was great, I spent my time going for Thai massages, taking cooking classes and taking a boat tour up Phang Nga Bay.
One lazy afternoon, I was lounging on the side of my infinity pool. I saw a cute guy swim by. We made conversation as I would have with anyone that would have swam by, just so happened he was young and good looking! We started chatting. His English had a sexy Spanish accent to it. Could a girl ask for anything else? Through more conversation, we each surmised we were traveling alone. We agreed to have drinks on the beach and catch the sunset. At this point, I discovered he was ten years younger than me. It didn’t even cross my mind that this would be anything romantic at all. He offered to tour me around the rest of Phuket at night. We drove around and took in all the crazy, whacky sights of Phuket (and assured me that I made the right decision in staying in much quieter and saner Kata)
We ended back at the hotel at 3am. Since it was still warm out, we went for a swim in our pool. Even though I didn’t have romantic intentions with him, it was an incredibly romantic setting and I may have had a couple too many drinks. In his charming Spanish accent, he asked if he could kiss me. What’s a girl supposed to say but “of course!” And there, under the stars, in Thailand, tipsy from cocktails, I found myself kissing the cute Spanish boy ten years younger than me. That was all the encouragement I needed to know that everything was going to be ok and life would not only be ok again, it would be great.
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