faceboat Friends (2)
I read on the Internet that some women are biologically attracted to the pheromones that men emit when sweating. Well if true, the sail down from Gladstone should have had the kind womenfolk of Coffs Harbour howling at the moon when we arrived. I was in fear for my other crew mates because they were trying a bit too hard in my opinion and would be ravaged upon docking. I didn't want to be partly responsible for accidents as hungry females swam across the harbour just to be first to clamber onboard and devour us men! I must write to that Internet chappie and let him know he's got it wrong.
They say you can tell a lot about someone's lifestyle aspirations by looking at their car. Whilst enjoying so many Try Sail Days I've realised the same can be said for wheelchairs. They are customised to reflect the owners personality, and this can help me in communicating with the driver. For instance, There was the young bloke whose chair was like a flash ute; he was a footy fan, sharp as a tradie and a sense of humour to match.
The four grizzled hunters stood at the stern, their steely eyes scanning the ocean for the prey. "Thar!" called the skipper, jutting his square jaw towards the patch of ocean erupting as the fight commenced. The men's muscles flexed and rippled in the setting sunlight; the women gazed on appreciatively.