I love Myrtle Beach. I think plot is partly because I’m only down here every few years. I don’t get used to it.
The girls and I come down for Bike Week. The bikes are nice and I live getting rides. But the attraction, for me, is the sun and sand.
When I come down here I feel lovely. Empowered. Even sexy. Now do not get me wrong. I am NOT surrounded by a bevy of men. That’s my girls. They are always gathering men. I am the one holding their hair or driving the car. But I don’t care one whit.
I get home, though, and I go back to feeling a bit… less. I would like to take this confidence back home. And would like it to last. I’m not sure how to do that. But I’m gonna give it a shot.
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