Today I went deep-sea fishing with my fiancé. I thought it would be nice to do something with him that he enjoys. I however did not know that I apparently I was going to create memories that would last a lifetime more than I knew. I do not have see legs nor will I ever I’m pretty much a land loving girl.I have anxiety to top it off , but wanted to make my fiancé happy so I sucked it up, only to throw it up later.
It all started out when we got on the boat this afternoon in full sun I being of Irish Polish dissent was already doomed to burn like a piece of bacon lying in a pan. However I sprayed on my SPF 70 and just muddle through it all. I put on my happy face because I love him even though I was terrified to get on this boat and go out into the middle of the ocean, by the way did I mention I’m afraid of water.
It didn’t start out so bad took us about an hour to get out into the ocean where all the sharks were at. I popped a Xanax to calm my nerves as well as several Dramamine. We then tied off to a rig where we begin to move side to side and up-and-down and the next thing you know I was up chucking my lunch overboard. I knew I shouldn’t have had those damn crab cakes, well...at least he had a burial at sea.
Anyway, so we were out there fishing for sharks and I’m dying 😵 all the while everybody else is okay. It was embarrassing to say the least. I’m definitely not doing it again. I would like to quote Meatloaf and say “I would do anything for love ,but I won’t do that..no I won’t do that.
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