After deciding to leave Edward and LA behind, I had to think like Jane Smith..SEXPERT it didn't take me long to decide which direction to go. I needed the ocean, some sun... and wine. I walked out of the lobby that 2 days before I had walked into and was expecting the most amazing 5 days. Instead my 'lover' was attending his conference and leaving me to my own devices. Really? I have no problem finding something more fun to do. I confidently walked up to the first cab... "Where is the ocean from here"? I wasn't sure if it my Canadian accent or not but he looked at me like I had two heads. He looked around to see if he was being filmed.. I guess that happens a lot in LA... I said "I need to go to the Ocean, I have no idea where it is from here other than, I'm guessing further West.. what would the closet city be at the ocean"? He asked "Are you fleeing from someone?" "Yes", I said "a terrible lover".... "ah, ok, I thought there was going to be a car chase here, and I hate those so.. where would you like to go"? Now I'm looking at him like he has two heads. I shook my head to try and start over. He told me Santa Monica was the closet city and it was ocean-side. Perfect I thought, I've never been to Santa Monica. "Ok, lets go"... "well lady, I'm going to charge you about $100 for the cab...or... see that bus?, it will take you right there for $1.50, I would feel terrible taking your money, and well its' almost lunch time, I have an audition"... Now I'm looking around to see if someone is filming. Get me the fuck out of this city. "Fine, thank you for your help... and good luck with your audition."
Across the street as promised was the bus for $1.50 trip to Santa Monica. With my cute luggage, I traveled for an hour to the Ocean and what a great Ocean with was. I could splurge on a hotel now after saving $100. However there were no rooms at the Inn... at any Inn for that matter. Can you imagine what is like to walk around in the boiling sun for hours, dragging my horrible luggage from hotel to hotel only to be turned down over and over again? Now I'm stinky, sun burned, and needed a toilet. My last resort..get it resort? ..lol was a small-ish place across from the pier. He said the only room he had left was behind reception beside the laundry rooms. "I'll take it." "You have to look at it first, to make sure it's suitable before I take your money." He had no idea how desperate I was , I went back, looked at it, came back..smiled "I'll take it, I'll be here for 4 days." What a glorious room it appeared to be.
Freshened up, I plugged my phone in and I took off to explore. Santa Monica is a beautiful city, fresh, clean, great restaurants, fabulous shopping and the night life was a riot. I spent my first evening at the pier, watching all the sites of a carnival. The end of the pier was the most fun. It was packed with all men who were fishing. Lucky me, I love men and I love fishing. A man let me use his fishing rod, while he went to the bathroom. He was gone a long time, his buddies were laughing. "You know he didn't go to bathroom....he visits a hooker under the pier." "Oh... well then he will likely catch something before me." I fished to my hearts content.
I made my way back to my hotel, stopping at every licensed establishment. Upon arrival at my room, my phone was blinking. I listened to Edwards plaintive messages, 'where was I, why had I left, was I coming back'.... it only took him 9 hrs to realize I was gone. I was happy with my decision to head to SM, instead of spend another day in LA. I texted him back to let him know I was in SM, and said he was more than welcome to join me in my awesome room beside the hotels' laundry room...lol.. he said he might be able to make it down in a couple of days. My response.."it's ok Edward, this time together did not go as we had planned, it's fine. Good luck in your conference, I don't see any point in seeing each other again." Time for me to move on. Unfortunately I hadn't brought any toys with me...expecting a 6'3" man who didn't require batteries.. dammit! I tried to sleep, for some reason they do hotel laundry alllllll night long :( I couldn't get the zipper to my luggage open, I had to get scissors from the front desk to cut it open. So I could access my treasures inside, like my toothbrush. Now I needed new luggage. I might send Edward a bill for my added expenses. It could only go up hill from here.
The next day I planned on walking to Venice beach, man is it hot here.. the sun was beating down relentlessly... hotter still on the beach with each little tiny grain of sand reflecting the sun back up from below. I walked in the surf instead.. it was fucking glorious. Did I mention I had the cutest sundress on , no underwear, and clearly see-through. I look across the beach and spotted a man in a fabulous suit standing at the canteen that sells water... I suddenly felt very thirsty. I made my way over to the canteen, I looked at the man, he looked at me. I had a great conversation with the guy who ran the canteen the suited man said nothing...... oh well his loss. I took my water and continued down the boardwalk. I made it 100ft or so before I thought my flip flops were melting on the wooden trail. I sat down on a the closet empty bench, kicked off my flip flops, hiked up my dress, pushed my sunglasses back on my head and leaned back and closed my eyes to really take in the sounds and smells of the ocean. I could have been there all day. Without warning the sun was blocked and there in front of me was suited man. "Hello" he said...without looking up... 'hi... why on earth are you in a suit on the beach?".... "I'm head of security for this hotel"... oh great I thought, it's a private beach and he's kicking me out.. no way.. I've found the perfect spot to forget Edward and LA and I wasn't going to leave. "I wanted to talk to you when you bought your water but I was tongue tied.. I've never seen a woman with so much confidence and comfortable in her own skin before"... for a tongue tied man he was pretty talented..
"you don't see confident women on Venice beach..are you kidding me?" ... "all of them are vain..that's different"... he said... good answer I thought. I told him I bought water because I wanted a closer look at the handsome man in a suit on the beach... he didn't believe me.. I opened my backpack and showed him the two full bottles I already had inside.. no his confidence was building. It was clear we were attracted to each other. He sat with me, we talked for an hour. What a sweet heart. He lives just outside of SM. He gave me his pass to the hotel bar and pool and we agreed to meet when he was finished his shift. We spent the next 4 days together, it was wonderful, he took me everywhere and showed me the sites. We spent every night in the ocean followed by dinner and the rest of the night in his apt. What a glorious lover he was. I hadn't missed a beat. Jane Smith the Sexplorer has discovered an amazing man on the west coast. You just never know when/where you are going to meet someone so compatible. He drove me to airport on the my last day. We spoke everyday while I was back home, I flew back a month later and stayed with him for two weeks. One of the best holiday's I've ever had. We continue to talk everyday although we are 3,000 miles apart. His name is Eduardo... really it is. I exchanged one Ed for another, both from Spain... the universe has a great sense of humour. I love it.
~ Jane, the luckiest woman in the world!
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