My Perfect Date

Did you went eat yet? Great! Let’s go out on one date together. My perfect date? That’s easy, plate lunch and watching waves. Waves at Ala Moana are beautiful, or coming home to Kāneʻohe from Kuliʻouʻou along the mountainside near the coast. That stretch out at Sandys is absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful blue with a wash of white and a sparkling spray. The smell of salt and the warmth of the sun, because why would we go out to watch waves if it’s raining hard enough to scare a Kāneʻohe girl off.

I don’t wanna sit on one bench or out on the grass. I wanna be in the back of your pickup truck. Sitting on the warm truck-bed dangling my feet off the open tailgate with my toes barely skimming the warm sand scattered in the shape of footprints across the parking lot. I want a plate lunch in hand, and I want to eat with you while taking turns with a worn pair of binoculars. Both of us being able to smell the warm scent of sun soaked rubber while watching waves, and small colorful board shorts dipping in and out of the water like seals. Bobbing in the water with their heads and big rounded brown eyes locked out on the horizon, watching and waiting. Like them we’ll be watching, and waiting for the sting of salt to come. Watching waves with lunch in hand and good company that’s what I want to do today.