“Did you get laid there?”
This question is asked of me everytime I get back from a holiday at the beach or some place outside the Metro. I always reply with a curt “No” and explain that being single and being promiscuous are not one and the same thing. Some people don’t believe me when I tell them that I don’t go to the beach with the intention of hooking up and getting laid. The idea sounds nice though and I would be a hypocrite if I said I’ve never had some random hot sex with someone I met at the beach (and it happened a long time ago).
I haven’t tried actually having sex on the beach. If making out in the dark by a big lump of sand (which earlier that day was a sand castle) and getting caught by a Gardo Versoza (security guard) counts as sex, then I have done it. Charot!
So what is it about having sex on the beach that some people fantasize about it? Is it the feeling of being one with nature? Is it the gentle night breeze’s soft touches or the sun’s hot kisses? Is it the free exfoliation from all the humping and rubbing against the sand? Or is it the thrill of getting caught in the act?
