She’s bi

I’ve always thought the world divided itself between beach people and mountain people.

Maybe I’m too binary. Too beacheononormative. Maybe there’s a Kinsey scale for Beach/Mountain.


I love the mountains.

I grew up in a small town in the mountains.

I love to ski. I love to pack into the wilderness and camp. I love the smell of the mountains. I love the way the sun comes up and the sun goes down. I love the sky. I love the clouds. I love the dry air. I love the hot summer days and cool summer nights. I love the cold winter days and the colder winter nights. I love snow.


I hate the beach.

I get bored at a beach after 10 minutes. I’m irritable after 20 minutes. I’m a stark, raving, homicidal maniac after half an hour. If I can find a little kid, we’ll build a sand castle. That will keep me occupied for as long as it takes. But when I’m done, I feel like I’ve just wasted time I’ll never get back.

Plus, I hate sand. The inside of every swimsuit I’ve ever had: a sand magnet. Sand down there, ugh. Sandpaper in my bra? Ouch.

(Aside: I absolutely, positively do not believe anyone who says she’s had sex on a beach. A movie love scene on a beach kills my libido for days. Ewww.)


My Love is also a mountain person.

She grew up on a ranch in the mountains.

She’s a terrific skiier. We skiied together a few times last winter. I thought I was good, but she took me places at Alta and Big Sky that scared the daylights out of me.

Since starting her business, she’s spent Augusts at her parents’ ranch, recharging her batteries, putting up hay, riding fence, doctoring cows and calves, planning a new irrigation system with her father and packing into the wilderness behind the ranch.

But … She is also a beach person.

She has spent a lot of time working in Rio de Janeiro.

Her idea of heaven is to sit on Copacabana in front of the Palace, get served caipirinhas, read and watch the kids play futebol (soccer) and futevolei (volleyball played with feet instead of hands).

[Aside: I haven’t been to Rio. From what I understand about fitness and dress standards on Copacabana, how could she have failed to realize that she’s a lesbian?]

[Aside 2: Her beach reading tends to be either

  • Work: A mathematical model predicting the probability of outcomes of a multibillion dollar business decision
  • Self-improvement: A monograph on algebraic number fields
  • Leisure: A novel by Henry James, Willa Cather or Marilynne Robinson

How she can do that and drink a caipirinha? I keep telling you, she is amazing.]

[Aside 3: A caipirinha is a lime, cut in eighths, muddled in a glass with sugar, doused with cachaça (Brazilian moonshine that doubles as paint remover) and finished with ice. Deadly. Delicious. Deadly.

I don’t drink much (I haven’t been drunk since I was in high school) and I’m a cheap date. Two of those and I’d be a babbling idiot.]

Now, anything that includes a caipirinha, women in Brazilian bikinis and futebol/futevolei has to be good. So Rio doesn’t count in this Beach/Mountain dichotomy.

Still, she claims to like the beach.

I don’t get it.


PS: No, she is definitely not bisexual.

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5 thoughts on “She’s bi

  1. I’m with you. I hate the beach. It’s the sandiness that’s the problem. Gets in your sandwiches, your ice cream, your hair, your shoes, your underwear. I like the sea though . And the mountains. Just not sand.

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    • I’m amazed that I’m enjoying our beach rental, although it’s mostly being able to relax with my fiancee and being so much cooler than the City. Plus, I’ve gone sailing for the first time.

      I rationalize that it’s shore, not beach. Its bit of shore is bedrock ledge, not sand. Still, I’m surprised I’m enjoying it as much as I am.

      On the other hand, I drop it for the Rockies in a minute.

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  2. I always love stories like this! Makes for so much for the two of you to talk about.

    I am (in others’ words) “what you would call a slow hiker,” and my nickname for my man is Lumberjack for a reason.

    The differences mean sometimes we do not hike together, or walk together, but we always find each other in the end.

    Great read!!!

    (Also, she really IS amazing…For whom else is that kinda stuff a beach read!?)

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