My French friends Corinne and Tony were telling me about "the French woman" a few days ago at dinner. She has the ability to make her lovers feel like the most wonderful of men, she lavishes them with attention and passion that makes the man hunger for more, just to take it all away from him for no apparent reason at all. The man is left wondering what he did to deserve her cold shoulder and goes on a quest to give her anything she wants in the hope of getting back in her good books. Eventually she lets him back and the game continues back and forth, back and forth...... The ocean is my French mistress. She has the ability to make me feel like no other, lavishing me with wave after wave of perfect lefts and easing up on me when I need a break in the swell to paddle out. Other days when I get there she is unpredictable, throwing one break after another at me, just making it impossible to enjoy her company. I have been in the dog house for two long days now, but just like the Frenchman, I keep going back every day in the hope that I will be back in her good books....Today it wasn't even worth getting in the ocean so Juanita and me were relegated to still- paddling in the swimming pool. It is one of my least favorite things but the thing I need the most. I still struggle to catch the bigger waves on my own and if I am ever going to give Juan a go when he arrives (the baby brother of Juanita, remember?!) I better strengthen up!
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