A brother and sister get-together in Fort Lauderdale turns into way more than either of them expected
Ron Ehrs
I was sitting on the sofa in the lobby of the hotel in Fort Lauderdale. It was a little before 1 PM on Saturday afternoon, with bright sun shining in from outside. I had already checked into my room and left my bags up there. Evie had texted me that she was on her way and should arrive in about 20 minutes.
I kept on looking over at the front entrance to see who might be coming in. Finally, I saw a young woman in white Capri pants, wearing sandals and a Hawaiian floral print shirt come walking in, carrying a large handbag and towing a rolling suitcase behind her. She took off her sunglasses and it was Evie all right. I got up and went over to her. She recognized me and ran over and gave me a big hug.
"Ronnie," she said, "you're looking great!"
"You too," I said to her.
I told her I had already checked in for both of us and I had her key so we could head up directly. "Uncle Marvin got us two adjoining rooms, with a connecting door between them. He and Aunt Sue were supposed to get back to Miami on Monday, but Aunt Sue left a message with the desk that their cruise ship had had some mechanical trouble and they were going to be stuck in Antigua for a couple more days while they wait for replacement parts to get there. Uncle Marvin told us to enjoy ourselves and charge anything we want to our rooms, and they'll see us when they get here."
Our parents were off taking a driving tour of a bunch of Western states as a kind of second honeymoon, so this was a good opportunity for our aunt and uncle to invite us to spend a little time with them. They lived in a retirement community further inland, but they figured we'd have a lot more fun meeting in Fort Lauderdale.
Evie and I got in the elevator and went up to the fifth floor, and I led her down the hall to where our rooms were.
I unlocked the door to her room. I had left the connecting door between the two rooms open. Both our rooms had huge plate-glass windows looking down on the beach and the ocean. Evie immediately went over to the window and was delighted with the view. "This is amazing," she said. "I can't believe how cool this is. Especially after having been stuck in Houston all this time. I mean U of H is okay, but it's nothing like this."
"Well, coming from New Jersey, it's even more of a change," I said. "I love it. I'm starting to think I may want to stay here."
* * *
Evie had eaten on the plane, and I had grabbed a snack when I arrived at the airport, and we were both eager to get to the beach. I went into my room and got my swim trunks and flops out of my suitcase. I got changed and waited for Evie to be ready.
After a couple of minutes, I heard a knock on the connecting door and Evie walked in, wearing a light blue bikini. I hadn't seen much of Evie in a couple of years. Since I had started college, I'd mainly only seen her at Christmas vacation, and last year she only showed up for a day or two before going to visit her boyfriend. Anyway, when she walked in wearing that bikini, she looked amazing. I had no idea how good she really looked, and hadn't seen anything of her body in I don't know how long.
"Is this okay for the beach?" Evie asked. "I don't want to look slutty or anything. The guy I was dating before wouldn't have approved of it all. He was very jealous and didn't want me showing off my body."
Well, the thing is, she did look absolutely amazing, and she had this incredible body. But her bikini? It was fine, but I had a feeling that by Miami standards of string bikinis and thongs it was practically old-fashioned.
I was still trying to take in her staggering body, but at least I managed to say, "Your suit is fine. Probably around here, it will look pretty conservative."
I had put on a pair of short-cut swim trunks -- not the baggy kind that had come into fashion for some reason. Fortunately, I had been jogging pretty regularly so I was in pretty good shape for beach season.
We both put on flops and took our sunglasses. I grabbed a can of sunscreen and we headed out the door. We took the elevator down to the ground floor and walked out the back past the hotel pool and out to the beach itself. We went over to the shade of a palm tree and sprayed each other heavily with sunscreen. No sense in starting our vacation with a sunburn. The can was almost empty when we finished so I just tossed it in a trashcan and we set out walking along the beach.
I hadn't really talked to Evie in a long time. All I really knew was that she had been dating some guy and she had broken up with him a couple of months ago and that was about it.
We walked along the water line on the beach and let the waves come up and cover our feet and ankles from time to time.
"I guess you heard that I broke up with my boyfriend," she finally said. She took my hand in hers as we kept on walking. I was a little surprised about having her holding hands with me, but she made it seem pretty natural.
Anyone who saw us walking along would just be seeing a young couple holding hands, enjoying a long walk on the beach (to borrow an almost ubiquitous phrase from dating site profiles). And that's almost how I was feeling as well. It felt really good walking along, holding hands with Evie. It felt better walking along, holding hands with her than I remembered it ever having felt with anyone else. But still, it wasn't any big deal.
* * *
As we walked and let the water cool off our feet as we went, Evie began telling me the story of her ex-boyfriend. "His name was Derrick. At first, he seemed nice and really interested in me. And the thing was, the previous spring, there was this guy I dated a few times who seemed nice but almost immediately became really clingy. But what I realized was, he was basically a wimp. He could never make decisions, and in the end, I didn't want to be in a relationship where I was going to have to be making decisions for both of us all the time. So I was on the lookout for someone who wouldn't be a wimp.
"Derrick seemed like the opposite of that. He seemed very confident. He was on the school baseball team, which didn't interest me all that much but he thought it was a big deal. Anyhow, I started going with him, and at first everything seemed fine. He seemed polite and considerate and interested in what I had to say. But then, after a little while, when we were sort of an item, he began to get more uptight and controlling and jealous. It sort of crept up, so I didn't notice it right away. But he'd start getting passive-aggressive when I wanted to do something that he wasn't into, stuff like that. It was real red flag stuff, but I hadn't dated enough to know about that kind of thing. The other girls at the sorority tried to warn me, but I kind of brushed it off, until finally, I realized how bad it was and broke up with him.
"Because of the way he was acting, I broke up with him by text message. I know that's not the 'right' way to do things, but I didn't want to have to deal with any more of his manipulative crap in person. He started trying to call me and text me and email me all the time and after a little while, that got kind of creepy. I ended up talking to the house mother of the sorority. Some of the girls resented having her enforce rules that they didn't like, and I understood that, but when I talked to her, she understood right away and had my back. She sent him an email telling him to stop trying to contact me or she would get in touch with the police and have them issue a cease-and-desist order. She did have some contacts in the police department, and she probably could've done it, but just the threat was enough to put a stop to it.
"Anyway, part of it was that I had been sleeping with him. I had been curious about sex for a while anyway, but I had wanted to wait until I was in a real relationship, and that's what I thought I had with him. Anyhow, the girls at the sorority were always talking about how great sex was and all the orgasms they were having and all that kind of stuff. But that's not what was happening with us. Just from hearing the other girls talk, I realized he was probably the most boring person in bed that there ever was. It was always missionary position, period. And he always came pretty much right away, without paying any attention to me. Sometimes, if he fell asleep right away, I would finish myself off while he was asleep, but I knew damn well that wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
"Anyway, that was about three months ago. You might think that that would be plenty of time to find someone else, but after that experience, I just didn't feel like I could count on myself to know who to trust. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah," I said. "I totally get it. I had something kind of similar happen to me. I had started dating this one girl last fall. I was really busy with my coursework, so I didn't have a lot of time for thinking about my social life. Anyhow, I met this girl at a party and she sort of latched onto me, and after a little while, we started making out and then she ended up spending the night. And after that, she kind of kept setting stuff up for us. I didn't think about it too much at the time. I was focused on my classes and papers I needed to write, so having a guaranteed date for the weekend just made life a little more convenient for me.
"But then, this spring, she started talking about all her friends who were getting married, and her friends from last year who were having babies and buying houses and all of that. So I realized she saw us as being on the fast track to getting married and doing all the same stuff that all her friends were doing. Only the thing was, I was planning to go to grad school in economics. If I just got a Masters, I could get a job in about another year, but I was thinking about going on getting a Ph.D. I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with it, maybe work for an investment bank, maybe teach at a college somewhere. But whatever it was, it was going to take a while and I had no interest in getting married right then. So I tried to explain that to her, and she got pissed and broke up with me. At first, I didn't quite know how to feel about it, but before long it felt like a huge weight had lifted from me. The thing was, the main thing keeping us together was convenience. She thought I was her ticket to the life she was expecting, and I was happy to not have to go looking for dates every weekend.