Yes, I did tell you my real name, my real job, and my real age (gasp!), which is something I never do with random bar boys. But, the truth is, you didn't actually meet real-life-me.
Instead, you met vacation-me.
Vacation-me is laid back and down to try anything.
I loved wandering around the winding alleyways with you-- dancing, drinking, laughing until it hurt. We stayed out every night until the sun came up. I wore flats and no makeup; my hair was a crazy mess of curls. There was that lemonade date that lasted hours and also that afternoon we took a nap on the beach.
Real-life-me is not the same person.
I always wear a watch and my entire life is scheduled via Google Calendar (I'm not even sure if you know what that is....). I own a ridiculous number of shoes; my day-to-day consists of precariously high heels and loads of mascara. I check my email obsessively and I hate it when people are late. My closet is color-coded and I like to organize my books by size and genre.
But... for those few days, it was fun to escape, to be somebody else. I had a great time with you-- thanks for showing me that it's okay to not always be real-life-me.
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