Day 1:

I have always had a thing for short hair. The moment i boarded the liveaboard, my eyes were drawn to you, you were stowing your bag away. As luck would have it we were both booked solo and ended up in the same cabin. You seemed to be chill about it, didnt make a fuss about being put in a small room for being put in a small room to sleep for the next seven nights.

Me, i would call myself a late bloomer, for the longest part of life, have been straight as an arrow (almost 35 years). Then 'mid-life crisis', self love, covid lockdowns, whatever you call it happened and been mongering around. Already married with a kid, but work and travel made things a bit rough at home.

Always loved the water, loved diving, the moment you deflate and head is in the water, everything stops at that moment, its worth something. Still in this priceless moments by eyes still are on you, my dive buddy for the next full week. While you were changing into your wetsuit earlier, i kept peeking at your tits, you were petite but man your those curves you had !! The ass in that wetsuit was something else.

There were a couple of more dives that left us all tired, everyone left for their cabins after dinner. We sat there having a chat. Small talk, work, interests. You were almost 10 yrs younger than me and I did mention about being married, you told me about your ex who was abusive. We had a few laughs together and then went back to the cabin. We were tired and bodies needed to relax to i was asleep in a few minutes. 

My penpal would add from here 🙃