MEMOIR
I Followed the Man I Loved Into Shark-Infested Waters
Apparently, I would do anything for love
“Yeah, I’m not going to do that,” I said to my boyfriend, Dan as I pushed my Ray-Ban sunglasses up the bridge of my nose.
“Come on!” He replied. “I want us to do this together.”
“You want us to get eaten together?” I asked, mockingly.
He rolled his eyes and swung his clipboard under his arm.
“Nothing is going to happen. They make you sign these disclaimers for everything now,” he said as though signing away our lives was nothing.
“So, Guys. What’s it going to be? Are we swimming with sharks today?” The diver asked as he stepped out of the white hut with the word “Office” scrawled on the side.
Dan raised his eyebrows at me.
I ran my hand through my hair, feeling the pressure of the Jamaican heat and Dan’s eyes. Turning my head to the left, I glanced down at the water beneath the wooden bridge we stood on. A nurse shark flicked its tail on the surface.
Butterflies filled my stomach as I watched a second shark glide a few feet behind the first.
“They aren’t big,” Dan said as he moved closer to me.
