A Man's Dream - Not Quite Realized
I think itís every single male kayakerís dream to meet a woman on the river. However, after paddling for seven years now Iíve given up on the idea that Iím going to meet a woman this way. What are the chances really? I guess if I wanted to get into something to meet women Iíd do yoga. I kayak because I simply love to paddle, but I have to admit it would be Ďoh so sweetí to meet a woman who loves to paddle too.
So this afternoon I decided I would go to the Bear Hole after work to get some paddling in and then go home to make a nice dinner. Perhaps lame by some standards, but not a bad evening in my book. At 560 the hole was surfing like a dream and after a while I went down to the A-hole to work my weak sauce. About ten minutes later I crawled back up to the Bear HoleÖ and thatís when I saw her.
The first thing I noticed was her hair, tied tight in a braid, shiny black from the water. When she turned in my direction and I saw her face I couldnít believe such a gorgeous woman was on the river. For the next several minutes I debated whether I should try to talk to her or just let her enjoy the peace. After watching how she smiled every time she popped out of the wave I couldnít help myself. I paddled over and I offered some unsolicited advice about looking up river while surfing for better control. Potentially a bad approach but fortunately it was well received. I tried my best to give her space and make small talk when we conveniently passed each other in the eddy. I couldnít get enough of her beautiful blue eyes and warm smile.
When she got off the river I didnít follow right away. I waited a few minutes, surfed and then got out. Taking my gear off and putting my boat away I debated whether I should ask her out for a beer or just see if I might meet her on the river again. I knew I would be beating myself up all night if I didnít go ask. When I approached her and said ĎAny chance I can interest you in a beer?í, I was surprised when she said ĎYesí. Turns out she thought I meant I had beer with me and she didnít have time to stop to sit down at the bar. Never have I wished more that I had beer. So I said ĎWell, maybe Iíll see you out here again some time.í, and left it at that.
Her beautiful smile keeps coming back to me, and each time I tell myself she probably has a boyfriend. And she probably does, but a man can hope. I might change my mind about my chances of meeting a woman on the river. Itís only been seven years; Iíve got plenty more to go.