Adrienne’s Sea to Sky Letdown

Adrienne’s Sea to Sky romance continues…

My feelings towards Marcel had cooled, to say the least. Like cold water thrown on me—that’s how it felt. But now, back on the mountain, hearing the rush of a waterfall and breathing in the clean mountain air, the ‘erection incident‘ took on such little significance. Nothing was going to spoil this climb; I was determined.

Marcel, like the day before, bounded ahead of me, leaving me to climb at my own pace, and thinking my own thoughts. This is where I come when I am distressed, where I go to leave my stress behind on the trails—like crumbs that disappear. He tried to be amicable by pointing out ancient trees to me. I huffed and puffed and did little more than give him a smile, while I caught my breath and waited for my heart rate to return to normal. He knew. He knew that he had stepped out of bounds and like most men, stood back a bit and waited.

He was encouraging.

“You’re doing great, Adrienne! I’m so impressed by you!” His words did little to pacify me, to make the crass words fade. I was so turned off. “Let’s get to the first peak without stopping! I didn’t want to tell you, but this is what I want us to do today. I’m timing us.”

I nodded my head in agreement, avoiding his eyes.

We did make it up in record time. At the summit, there were four others and we greeted each other as climbers always do. There is a camaraderie between perfect strangers that draws me back. Not everyone desires this kind of activity. It’s like a special family.

Twice I was asked to take someone’s picture. Happy, rosy faces smiled at me in the frame. Two young women, nursing students who were local, were off to climb second and third peak: a feat for athletes.

The descent was rapid, as it always is for me. It’s like a dance; the steps are intricate and carefully chosen among the rocks. I’ve only slipped once and that taught me to pay attention, regardless of the fatigue. I felt proud of my achievement, as I’d never climbed so quickly. I had Marcel to thank for that. But, I still felt the hatchet was near; this was not the man for me.

We drove towards the ferry terminal an hour away.

“If I ever say something stupid to you, like I did this morning, Adrienne, just tell me. Okay?” he spoke finally as I rounded the corner at Furry Creek.

“I did,” I answered and gave him a weak smile.

That’s all we spoke of the incident.

I made an attempt to discuss an issue that I had been bothering me during our two days together.

“You know, Marcel, one of the biggest things that women complain of when it comes to dating nowadays, is that men don’t seem to care what we think. They just want to talk about themselves, their accomplishments, their goals, who they are, their past. They don’t seem to want to know who we really are.”

Without a pause he responded:

“I don’t know about that, Adrienne. The women I’ve talked to online say they are tired of meeting men who don’t know how to be men. I know how to be a real man.”

ZING! That is the sound of a woman’s attempt to let a guy know that what she needs is going straight over his head and into oblivion. I sighed and concentrated on the twisting road ahead of me.

We arrived at Horseshoe Bay early and went to a restaurant for fish and chips. We sat at a corner booth in the sunshine and the food was wonderful. I wanted to go home. I’d be back in time to lay on the beach and think. And feel.

We said our goodbyes at my car like we did the first time. This time, however, I gave him just a peck on the cheek. It didn’t rate at all on my kiss-o-meter. He smiled sadly at me. I had to drive to the end of the block and turn around. I’d forgotten my sunscreen in his backpack. I was about to stop and ask him for it, as I saw him sitting with his back to me at this concrete water fountain. I saw his profile and he looked so abandoned, rejected. I just drove quietly away.

We made no attempt at communication for five days afterwards. During that time I went back online to see him there too. We were like two people facing each other wordlessly. An impasse. He didn’t know what to say and I was too mortified to even attempt to speak to him.

There’s a little more, just one moment…


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