Beach Babes

I always thought that I hated the beach. Not true, I recently discovered. What I hate is getting sunburned. I also hate being surrounded by people who make me look like I glow in the dark by comparison.

That is part of what makes Frinnefreid and I so compatible. Now there are two unnaturally white people on the beach. In fact, Frinnefreid doesn't even care that he's translucent. He doesn't want to get skin cancer. Now, I feel less self conscious because he thinks the whole tanning business is stupid.

On the left is a picture I took of Frinnefreid while we were enjoying a lovely day at the beach in Mexico this past summer. Notice, we are under an umbrella and he is wearing a shirt over his bathing suit - so am I. If I panned the camera to the right, you would see 4 or 5 of my friends just beyond the reach of the umbrella's shade, baking in the sun. Bodies golden and dripping with sun tan enhancers, while F and I enjoy our pasty whiteness in the shade with a cool Tecate.

I can't even get tan. I have red hair, so I burn over and over before I eventually turn a light shade of rust. F, on the other hand, will turn a lovely shade of gold if he forgets to put sunscreen on his neck when he's out hiking. So, even though he can get tan very easily, he doesn't because it's silly. He is possibly the only boyfriend I've ever had who liked my fair skin and would think I was insane if he saw me laying in the sun.

This means that whenever I go to the beach, I am always comfortable because there is an umbrella or a tree and plenty of sun block and a shirt.

I can't tell you how nice it is to have a beach partner with whom I can share my uber-whiteness with.