WHEN THE OTHER WOMAN IS THE OCEANS
When 'the other woman' is the ocean
By Christi Macaluso
Special to The Palm Beach Post
Sunday, May 27, 2007
We don't have surfers in Ohio. My idea of a surfer was a composite of characters from old Gidget reruns on Nick-at-Nite and the film Point Break- all of whom appealed to me, incidentally.
Surfers were always handsome and tanned, with tousled, sun-bleached hair, a free spirit and a conspicuous lack of pretension.
Imagine my intrigue when, on vacation 13 years ago, I met a guy in a Delray Beach restaurant and discovered through the course of conversation that he was a surfer.
Not that he simply liked to surf - he was a surfer.