I believe in Karma.
And I’m not one to let bad Karma turn my life sideways. Unfortunately, that could have happened to me without having the choice.
When I came to Caral, I had one rule.
Don’t overcomplicate things.
I meant that with work, fitness, dating, and friends. I started off pretty well.
A few months into my time in Caral, I had a pretty good setup. I met friends through different meet-ups for remote workers. Those meetups can be full of characters, but I lucked out with this group.
One aspect of not overcomplicating things with dating was not messing with anyone in a friend group. Kind of a ‘Don’t shit where you eat’ type of thing.
Well, I didn’t follow it, and it almost bit me on the ass.
A bunch of us went out to a rooftop bar, where I met Molly.
Molly wasn’t a stunner by any means, but there was something about her that I was attracted to. Maybe it was the fact she was short and tan, or the combination of her glasses and the dress she wore that night. I made sure I interacted with everyone I knew who was out at the bar, but I found myself talking to Molly again and again. We exchanged numbers later in the night.
We texted back and forth during the week and some well-placed voice messages built up some sexual tension between us. We made plans to grab drinks on a Thursday night.
The bar part of the night was uneventful, if not boring. I felt like the tension we had built up over text wasn’t translating to our in-person encounter. Molly felt distant in a way, but I couldn’t figure out why. It made sense later on, but for now, we were both coasting through these drinks. After two rounds, she insisted on walking to the beach. I had nothing better to do and thought a change of scenery might spice things up, so we started walking.
We arrived at the beach around 10pm. Other than the moon shining behind some clouds in the sky, and cellphone lights from others strolling the beach, we were in complete darkness. We walked to the water and found a spot to put down our stuff.
I wasn’t excited about walking on the beach in the dark. Wading into waist-high water downright put me on edge. My hands were tied though. Molly had taken an edible back at the bar, and was taking full advantage of it…she was already knee-deep in the ocean.
After praying there were no creatures that would take off a chunk of my legs, I came back to the present moment. I grabbed her from behind and started kissing the nape of her neck. She pressed her ass into my groin as I reached my hands around to her chest. We were both enjoying the sensations.
Quick sidenote – as fun as doing this in the ocean sounds, it’s more of a pain in the ass than anything else. When you’re 165 lbs and wave after wave crashes into you, keeping your balance is much harder than it seems. Stick to pools or hot tubs.
I spun her hips around after a few minutes and we started kissing. At one point we stopped and I looked over her 5’1 body to see the moon and some boats in the background that I didn’t notice before. I had to admit, it was an excellent visual.
More time passed as we continued our make-out session in the water, which gave me flashbacks of high school. When the heat of the moment died down, we went back to the shore to get our stuff.
It didn’t take long for things to pick back up.
She initiated it this time and didn’t hesitate to start running her hand down my stomach towards my groin. I looked around to weigh the pros and cons of turning her around, and bending her over right then and there. No one was in sight of us, so we would have had enough time for a quickie. I’d only need to worry about how loud she was. Then I remembered the other issue.
I didn’t bring a condom with me.
I’d be screaming at myself for this in most cases, but it turned out to be a blessing.
After realizing our situation, we walked back to the parking lot where an uber was waiting for us.
“Downtown, Please”.
Either Molly’s edible wore off, or she had a come-to-Jesus moment because her attitude was different when we got back to my place.
After having our hands all over each other at the beach, she reluctantly declined my invitation to take a shower with me to get the sand off our bodies. I didn’t know why, but I noticed her struggling with what she should do. I could almost see the angel and devil on each of her shoulders whispering in her ear.
I stayed in the shower an extra few minutes hoping she would join, but the angel got the better of her. When I went back into my bedroom I found out why.
“I WANT to have sex with you…but I can’t…yet.”
I had a carousel of possibilities going through my head with the most likely scenarios…
That time of Month? STD? Boyfriend?
It was clear she wasn’t going to outright tell me, so it was my responsibility to figure it out. I listed off those reasons, thinking there were no other possibilities.
I was wrong.
“Are you married?”
“Yup.”
I didn’t know what else to do other than laugh. Of course, I almost unknowingly had sex with a married woman on the beach. The cherry on top?
She has 2 kids.
After processing what she told me, she opened up about it. She was in a broken marriage and told him earlier that week that she wanted out.
I can empathize with that, but still wanted no part of it. I didn’t know if her husband was aware she was out with other people, if he was violent, or if she was giving me the full story.
The worst part?
I didn’t want to be the catalyst in breaking up a marriage that involves children. That is not something I want on my conscious.
So much for not overcomplicating things.
I sent her on her way with as much dignity as I could. She booked a room at a hotel downtown so rather than her do a walk of (real) shame, I walked her halfway. We hugged before we parted ways.
On the way back to my apartment, I saw a few women walking across the street towards me, on their way to the bars. They were in a good mood and were smiling as they crossed by me. I was getting ready to say something to them, but after the night I just had, I kept my mouth shut and my legs moving.
“Not tonight.” I thought to myself.
As I crossed the street, I watched them walk into a sea of people outside the closest bar.
– Danny