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They say “It’s not the size of the boat but the motion of the ocean”. They’re of course saying this to make men feel better about their inadequate, erm, boats. After all, it’s not the type of boat that matters, apparently, but how you steer it. (But may I state a preference for a fibreglass hull rather than a rubber duck?)

That said, for once my head isn’t in the gutter. My metaphor refers to the man, not his boat. You see, some guys are like those speedboats or powerboats or whatever you call them that the celebrities hang out on. You know the ones you see on the French Riviera or around the Greek Isles. They’re sexy and fast and slick and even if you don’t know your boat from your ship you’d be blind and/or on crack not to admire them and even to salivate a bit.

And then there are some guys that don’t initially make your ovaries drop. They’re like the sailing boat wading through the water. The catamaran drifting in the bay. The West Coast fishing boat bobbing on the waves. It’s not the vroom or the vavavavoom that gets you – it’s the way they make you feel. As if you’re lying on the deck looking at the blue blue sky rocking to and fro with the waves lapping against the sides. The quietness and calm they bring inside you. The hope and upliftment they promise. Like a pocket full of air in an airless life.

That’s what some guys do. And before you know it, all you’re doing is staring out at the ocean hoping to see a mast appear on the horizon.

Oh how I wish you were here this week to soothe my soul…

xx

J

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