There we go. Lesson learned. I shook my head. "Sorry ladies, I'm terrible with names," I apologized. Which, hand on heart, was true enough.Across from...me, Sexpot Suzie piped up. "Maybe you should give us all a number. I hear you're real good with numbers," she said, staring at me as she chewed on her buttered toast. Beside her, takes it up the pooper Diane raised her eyebrows in amusement.Ha Ha. Funny. True. But funny. I took a sip of my coffee noticing that individual conversations between. He was obviously trying to work things out in his brain, and it was worse than the worst math problem for him.“Like he didn’t like you anymore?” Carter tried to supply the missing info that was eluding Simon at the moment.“No, actually, in a strange way, he made me feel like ... I somehow mattered?” Simon wondered out loud, the last words spoken mostly to himself than to Carter.“What? Weren’t you important to him before?” Carter asked.Simon’s beautiful face was now all scrunched up in a. The cold beer that I was drinking was a relief after the hot dance floor, even if we had been caressing each other more than dancing. I had barely finished my first glass and was asking Ralph to get me a refill, when someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to dance. I was ready to tell him No thank you. when I turned toward him. He was stunning. Tall, obviously fit and muscular, with a gentle smile on his face. Without a hesitation I stepped up to him and was led onto the floor. As we. .. I dunno). Ginger offered up the fact that she was bi, to which I squeaked like a bimbo, "ME TOO!". This drew a huge grin from Matt (no shit, huh?).We finished eating and we all had a cold beer and smoked a joint that Ginger produced from her backpack. We went back to the guesthouse and played several of games of 9 ball. Ginger and I played as a team against Matt and he only beat us twice out of five games! By then, the sun was almost down and Ginger suggested that we should watch the.