It’s my third day at this resort, and I know you’ve been here at least as long. You’ve seen me and my girls trip crew stake out our loungers in the sun each morning, floating in the pool, and keeping the margaritas coming. We’re cute and fun, if not a little rowdy. The men around here have chatted us up countless times around the fire pits or on the restaurant patio at brunch. We like the attention, but they don’t offer much substance.

I know by now everyone at the resort has noticed my cheeky-cut swimsuit that barely covers my ass. But your eyes unabashedly follow me from the hot tub to the bar and back every time I make the trip, you go out of your way to make your appreciation conspicuous. I surprise myself with how much I revel in another woman’s attraction. It somehow feels extra sexy, unexpected, tempting. I’ve even intentionally planned my walking route to refresh my towel from the stand behind you, a smug smirk on my face as your neck turns to keep me in your view when I pass by you.

You lay out tanning your bangin’ body all day, reading the same trashy thriller as me, but alone. You look exquisite and I’m sure you’ve caught me oogling, or drifting off into a day dream of finding ourselves alone together. Are you taking a much needed solo vacation? Is your husband here for a conference and has to leave you to your own devices all day? Are your girlfriends out hiking and adventuring while you stay back and enjoy the resort amenities? What’s your deal? And why do I get a little shiver down my spine when I catch your gaze?

Pass me a note, buy me a drink, comment on my form at the hotel gym. Please just break the ice so I can find out more about you. The curiosity is killing me.