Doesn’t it seem today that people can’t have just a perfect moment. That is without Twittering about it. One perfect little bit of life, or one happy moment and suddenly your thinking about how you’re going to phrase it on your tweedy account. The sun rises over the horizon; your lover is in your arms. “Hold on I got to twit this.“
Pondering this whilst on Twitter last night, I started to think about a perfect moment. A single bit of time that was the most perfect. For me that was on the Atlantis Big Gay Cruise in ’08. On the third night they held a huge dance in the converted ice skating rink. Fuzz and I were right in the middle of the shirtless guys thumping away. Within a couple of hours we looked at each other and just knew that we were done and over it.
Somehow we ended up on the pool deck. Since the party was down below the pool was deserted. Cool “chill out" music was in the air to match the cool breeze coming across deck. Without speaking we both stripped down naked and jumped in the pool. Alone on a ship of 5,000 moes we floated naked under the stars listening to the vibes of the airy tunes. a LED light show circling the water.
I really don’t know how long we stayed in that pool. Fuzz would hop into the hot tub and I would swim back and forth feeling the water on my naked body. Funny how a planned night can turn into something completely different; giving you a perfect moment.