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Of all the marina’s in all the world she sailed into mine. In my minds eye I would think everybody would want to take that magic carpet ride known as sailing. Its the best of both worlds, you get to travel free as a bird and everywhere you go you are home.
Apparently, this isn’t the case. I have tried it all, the organic way of just meeting people, Nope. Internet dating, FAIL. Trying to convert a landlubber into a sailor, almost but… I tried the racing scene, nothing I did got me any closer to finding my Lin Pardey.
You don’t have to look far to find droves of single male sailors all searching for that one in a bagillion bilge babe, desperate is an understatement. I was one of those guys until recently I just said fuck it, I’m done searching, a guy can only take so much. If you do enough solo sailing you will soon learn that it can all be too much. Not only is it a pain in the ass but those special moments are always best shared. So I threw in the towel and turned my focus on much more fruitful endeavors like beers and boats. Once I got this monkey off my back the world started to open and unfold for me.
In life we have many simple choices and while I rarely make the right ones I am a sailor. I could never fall in love with a girl who doesn’t love the sea . So I joined the rank of the masses and became the single guy on the boat, not searching but content with all that life has graciously given me. Life became good again, simple and free and then it happened, she sailed into my life….
“True love will triumph in the end—which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it’s the most beautiful lie we have.”