It was a big weekend. Skipped classes on Friday and the timing worked out so we only got to the hotel half an hour after my family had arrived. My mom and I got massages on the beach and we all had lunch and talked about this and that.
I also had a tinder match from a vet student on this island just a few days before, and she told me that I should meet up with her. After watching a movie with my friends, they dropped me off at the bar where she was. Over the course of like 40 minutes of walking to a wifi spot to message her and then walking back to the bar, she finally spotted me. (Her pictures didn't clearly show her face, and I wasn't about to bet that the pretty girl dancing with all the guys was my tinder match). Moments after greeting me, she said something to a friend to the side about going to the Marriott because there was a "greater chance for makeout", yet I had the feeling that I had already been somewhat dismissed at this point, probably because I was acting so timid. Or socially uncomfortable. Or also who knows.
In any case, her friends were driving back to the Marriott, where I was staying anyway, and I asked if there was room for me. She said that there was, though once again, I was pretty sure that the welcome was forced. The fortunate thing about leaving a bar environment to sit in a car, of course, is that I could make jokes. The guy in the front asked tinder girl who this creeper was in the car, and I replied something to the effect of "Hello captain, my name is London" and introduced myself as the medical student from Nevis. I made a bunch of jokes to ripen the mood, and by the end of that five minute drive, we were all conversing about the differences between our schools and islands.
In the casino portion of the hotel, the tinder girl was chatting up some guys, then soon disappeared, presumably for those makeout opportunities. I made friends with the guys there and then retired for the evening. The tinder girl was cute but did remind me too much of my crazy youngest sister, though far more reserved (which is to say not that reserved). However, meeting someone new from a different school and island was preferable by far to what my friends did, which was pig out, watch some shows, and smoke a cigar.
Of course, before the movie, my friends had asked if I had a rubber for my encounter with tinder girl. I then informed them that I'm still a virgin, that such matters weren't really a concern for me. And they were shocked. Not only because of the fact that I'm relatively fit and attractive (they are obese and alright), but also because I keep up just fine in conversation when wading the waters of double entendres and sexual innuendos. My younger homeschooled self would be proud.
This opened up a flood of questions from my atheist friend. Virginity in his eyes meant some real commitment to a faith, so he began quizzing me on different denominations and spiritual beliefs. I didn't try to preach at him, since I really dislike that concept of evangelism. I just answered in terms of history and culture for the most part. Even though I wasn't actively trying to convert him (though I did joke about it), it was nice that just this part of my life that I've actually managed to give to God despite temptation can change the way a person perceives me and my faith.
On Saturday, my friends were content to sit around and watch CSI for hours until checkout. They both talked about it like it was the ideal, laying in bed while watching that. I was so restless. I wanted to read or do anything else. Anyway, the rest of the story was basically just that we went back to Nevis that day and I watched a James Bond movie before going to sleep.
And now, a week of early wakeups begins. Lab tomorrow and then hospital rotations in the mornings until Friday. We'll see how stupid I end up feeling...
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