Brother: I read your blog about healthy eating. Those are my favorite kind, the ones that are short and relatable.
Me: Thanks for reading my blog. I don’t always know when you read it.
Brother: Yeah, the ones about swimming too, and the one about the beach.
Me: Beach? Which one are you talking about?
Brother: The one with the couple having sex on the beach.
Me: What? I didn’t write about that on my blog.
Brother: Yeah, yeah you did. And there were like Pokemon Go players too or something.
Me: Wait… Do you mean the story about the blind man and his wife at the marina, the one where she’s describing to him what she sees?
Brother: Yeah!!! That was the one.
Me: HAHAHAHA I can’t believe those were the two stories you mixed up.
Me: I mean, I did tell you a story about seeing people having sex on the beach. And I guess both stories involve water and a couple.
Brother: I’m sure they were at two very different stages of their relationship.
So yes, there was one time I saw a couple having sex on the beach. And no, I don’t mean the cocktail.
It happened about six months ago. They were on the side of a sand dune, right by the entrance to the beach. The audacity. It was a cold day. The beach wasn’t crowded, but people had still come out to see the sunset. Several people honked at them, others yelled, and a lucky few were oblivious to the live performance.
I had been a part of the few in ignorant bliss. That is, until my other brother told me, “Hey Evelyn, did you see that couple having sex over there?” Because that’s what you do when you see people having sex on a public beach:
You tell your little sister so she can be scarred for life.
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