Gawking Revisited.

Life, according to Buddha, is essentially suffering caused by desire. Understanding this concept to its fullest extent, Buddha went on to attain enlightenment and become the internationally renowned superstar he is today (this is based on my very limited, if warped knowledge of Buddhism).

Buddha had the benefit of not having to deal with topless sunbathers.

So I’ve taken to strolling up and down Long Beach, pausing every so often to dip my feet in the water and to watch tiny little crabs going about their business (which is to dig holes and scuttle about with reckless abandon). Today, as I approached the Northern end of the beach, I found a pretty girl sunbathing directly in my path. Nothing unusual so far, I thought. I was about 15 feet away when I realized that her top wasn’t flesh toned, as I had assumed. It was instead lying next to her, folded neatly on a beach towel. I was 10 feet away when she sat up, turned in my general direction, stretched a little and proceeded to splash water on herself. Her boyfriend (who could probably hospitalize me quite quickly) was sitting under a nearby umbrella watching the whole thing.

Being single for as long as I have only exacerbated the situation, adding a level of pure frustration into the mix. One could write volumes on what crossed my mind in those few moments.

WWBD?