Chapter 3: The Waverunners

The next morning, Vicki and I woke up and began to get ready for our "date". We wondered where we would eat. Instead of feeling anxious like the night before, we were a little excited. After all, we managed to walk on the beach with them at night and they were perfect gentlemen. Well, with the exception of offending that poor fisherman. Anyway, this was broad daylight! We talked about the fact that they seemed like genuinely nice guys.

We had decided to meet in the parking lot at a certain time. We walked up and sort of stood there, awkwardly. They asked if they could drive. We said okay. We hopped in the backseat and anticipated where we might go. After about 20 minutes, we began to get impatient. We were hungry! We gently suggested that they pull over and ask directions. Well, you can imagine how that went over. Men and directions = a big fat no! After about 10 more minutes, we insisted on stopping. They consented, but said that we had to be the ones to actually ask. Men. (Side note: They are still like this! Only now, Tim has a GPS and will follow that thing even if it leads us into the ocean!) We happily walked into a gas station and asked where to eat. Ironically, we were only about 1 mile away from the restaurant!

We walked in, sat down, and ordered our food. I don't remember what anyone else ordered except for Vicki. She ordered grits. Our food arrived and all three of us sat there and watched her put sugar in her grits. Yuck! Tim and Scot were fascinated by this and asked us what grits were made of.

*Crickets chirping*

You would think that being from the South and all that we would actually know the answer to that. However, we did not. We decided to ask the waitress. "Where do grits come from"? She said, "Out of a box?" Clearly, she was clueless. She asked the cook. He had no idea. Well, this really bothered me. I should know this. I decided to call my grandmother when I got back to the condo. She, of course, knew the answer... corn!

After breakfast, Tim and Scot asked us to go riding on waverunners. We went back, changed clothes and off we went. We arrived at the waverunner place and waited our turn. Vicki leaned over to me at one point and said, "Just so you know, I am not riding with Tim. Don't you leave me and get on one with Scot". It was our turn. Tim walked over and jumped on a waverunner and looked at the three of us. I stoically stood there. I would not move. Scot apparently had the same idea. He did not want to ride with Tim. So, we all just stood there and looked at Tim sitting on the waverunner. The man in charge said, "Well, somebody come over here and get on it with him". Still, we just stood there. Finally, Vicki walked over and climbed aboard. Little did she know she was taking her life in her hands! Scot and I climbed on ours and began to carefully accelerate (he was driving). Tim and Vicki went from about 0 to 30 miles an hour in no time flat. Tim was driving like a madman! I felt briefly apprehensive about Vicki as I watched her turn over and get dumped in the water several times, but then decided I should probably worry about myself. She's fiesty... she can take care of herself. Or at the very least she can scream for help. Scot and I carefully drove around and then decided to switch drivers. Scot slowly backed off the waverunner so as not to tip it over and then said, "Hey! Stand up! We're on a sandbar." We laughed. This just shows the difference in Tim and Scot's personalities. Scot was terrified of turning us over and Tim loved it!

"Whew, are we tired from almost drowning!"

I was slowly warming up to Scot and even enjoying myself. However, I would soon be disappointed and left to wonder if he actually liked me at all...

To be continued... Chapter 4: Confusion