You are dumped

When I was at university I tried my hand at being a surfer chick. I went out with a surfer guy and he and I used to trek down to Cornwall every weekend to meet his other surfy friends and surf. It must have been love because it was freezing learning to surf in March when it was hailing and our only accommodation was a tent. I persevered though (even though I have no co-ordination and didn’t really like getting cold), the relationship survived ‘till New Year and I was invited to go surfing in Portugal with the gang for New Year.

Every day we would get in a few hire cars and travel along the coast, beach by beach in search of the perfect ‘set lines’. One day we happened upon this beach where these huge, huge waves were rolling in and as we stood on a cliff overlooking the beach we watched as a pro surfer got into the water, paddled out to where the waves were breaking and then had a huge wave break over him. We couldn’t see him for at least a minute and then he was washed up onto the beach. The wave had been so strong his board had been broken underneath him. The surfer gang all looked at each other and then decided that they would follow him in. I was incredulous. Having seen what I had seen and being a lot less experienced and adventurous than them, I offered to stay with the cars on the beach. My boyfriend was not impressed. It was then that he decided to dump me telling me he needed a more adventurous girlfriend that could keep up with him. With that he asked me to zip up his wetsuit and strode off into the water.

I waited exactly until he was out of his depth and had to start swimming, took his hire car’s keys and drove straight to the airport, returned the car to the hire car company and caught the next flight out, leaving him on the beach.