As it rained we just walked and held hands

Last summer my friend Carly and I decided it would be fun to take a trip to Florida instead of staying in the same boring town of Denver with nothing to do. We made our way there with her parent’s help and eventually found ourselves in a “Minnie Condo Community.” The first thing we did, was head straight over to the pool--it was hot and humid, and seemed like a good place to meet guys.

So we got to the pool and sure enough we found ourselves some boys pretty quickly. We found out their names and decided that we would all meet back at the pool for a late night party.

That night we met up with about 4 of the guys (I think) and we all started doin’ our thing. One guy had a thing with smoking and was stinking up the pool; the others were high, you get the picture. Pretty soon we (the group) started to attract some attention of other kids passing by and we told them they were welcome to “join in.” Pretty soon we had a party going and I’m not even sure how it really happened.

Everyone was in their own place doing their own thing. Carly and I kept talking to the guys (one was French and the other Canadian) that we had met earlier. Carly started to flirt with the Canadian and the French guy and I hit it off really well. The French guy and I swam over to the other side of the pool and started getting’ it on while my friend and the Canadian stayed where they were (I don’t know what happened with them).

Anyway, the next night we all met at the pool again but it started to rain. The French guy and I had lost interest in each other and so I decided to go flirt with my friend’s Canadian (hey she had started flirting with some other guy) and soon we were off on a walk. As it rained we just walked and held hands.

Carly and I had the best summer ever. And walking with that damn fine Canadian is something I’ll never forget. There’s lots more to tell but, instead, I think I’ll let your imaginations run wild.