Here I was thinking you did the impossible and found a pretty gal who shares your interests and isn't hung up on expensive gee-gaws and silly fru-fru, when the matriarchy steps in and shatters the dream.

Now that you've broadcast the situation, the Female Conspiracy is liable to kindap the poor woman and brainwash her so that she doesn't spoil it for the rest of them. For her own sake, buy her some jewlery! Just don't post about it here - I want to dream my silly dream.

3.5 years now.

Boy.

Its been a long time. (ok for me!)

We met in the sailing club in college. We were on a trip down in Masonboro island, just south of Wrightsville Beach (my fav place to sail btw besides tybee island) and I was supposed to sail a JY15 back to the island (about 2 miles in protected water) in about 25 knots of wind. No problem. Well I'm standing there on the dock getting suited up and this chick comes up to me, asking if she can come along. Sure, she's cute and... well... The Tadster hadn't struck gold in a while

The boat had been rigged the previous day by someone other than myself who I was confident was competent. So we hop in, and push off from inside the L-shaped dock, instantly being broadsided by the strong winds. I end up missing the end of our keelboat's outboard by about 6 inches.

25 feet off the dock it comes to my startling attention that craig had accidentally (or intentionally, knowing him)put the tiller ABOVE the traveller line. Big uh oh. The sheet jammed against the stick, I couldn't blow sheet, and couldn't head up, we went over.

My leg went over the side and got on the board before she turtled. But Kate went over the side. She came back up smiling ear to ear, and grabbed my hat and reefs that had gone over in the drink and stuffed them in her pfd.


(grandparents old islander 17, heavily abused)

So that's how I met her. She loves sailing camping and acting like a pirate so she's perfect for me. I think I can get away with the harness and a NICE dinner since she appreciates time spent together more than frivilous trinkets. She learned to sail on mono's but all it took was one fast trip out on squalus and she was hooked, she has a trust issue with boats and after I nearly pitched, she's usually the one wanting to go sailing.

Tracie,
That shackle Dennis put on the necklace was probably one I lost the pin to in the sand at Carolina Beach , while Dennis was inspecting the dunes.
"Theres always room for Jello!"
Doug