Yoshimi - Episode 4: On the beach

Yoshimi called sick one morning. She was sick of working. That was plausible enough: sick of work = sick day = day off. Makes sense. So she decided to use her sick day off to go down to the beach.

The adventure started with getting herself in the swimsuit. Apparently she hadn't been going to the beach much lately. "When did I get this fat???" In an attempt to make her feel any better, she ate a piece of chocolate. And she got down to the beach, always paying careful attention to her shakey belly, which tended to try to sneak out over the edges of her bikini bottoms, when she had the audacity to breathe.

After carefully scouting the parking lot (amazingly enough, other people also got sick on a Monday and decided to cure their sickness on a sunny beach) for almost 30 minutes, she finally found a spot. "Cool! I think my car should fit here!" she thought, with the happiness of a person who just found the perfect spot when there is nowhere else to park in sight.

With her heart in Zen peacefulness, Yoshimi turned her right blinker on and started to go more towards the left, so she could make a beautiful, perfect parking in this right-sided spot. But that is when a teeny tiny yellow Volkswagen Beetle came in and swerved into Yoshimi's dear parking spot.

For a second, Yoshimi couldn't believe her own eyes. Who was the motherfucker that couldn't respect a blinking car, politely signaling their intention to get the spot???? So, as zen as she could be at the moment, she sank her hand on the horn, honking like crazy.

A beautiful, hot and skinny young woman got out of the car, wearing what seemed to be Prada sunglasses and looked disdainfully at Yoshimi (yes, it was possible to see the look of disdain in her face, despite the Prada sunglasses!), raising her delicate hand in a most indelicate gesture: she flicked Yoshimi out.

Horrified, Yoshimi thought, "Bitch."

Half an hour and double the distance later, Yoshimi finally found another parking spot. "Ok, I really needed to get some exercise. Walking a mile under the hot sun with the beach chair and my food won't be that much of a hassle.... I guess."

Yoshimi got to the beach and the sight of the ocean and blue skies soon got her in her best mood again. "Oh, life is good!" she thought, as she sat on her beach chair.

Like all single women do when they go to the beach, Yoshimi soon started scanning out the beach, looking for her "prince-on-a-white-horse"... or simply for a date on Friday night.

When she was almost giving it up (since most of the beach seemed to be women with children, or annoying teenagers or old surfers), she saw...him. A tall, handsome, super fit, young (as young as her, I mean) man. He was just the perfect size for her. It was destiny. He probably skipped work on that Monday, too. He probably had a good, stable, career job. He was probably very intelligent. He probably liked children, cats and dogs. He probably lived alone and his parents lived in the other half of the planet.

He was probably...single?

Yup. No wedding bands.

Ok, so now he probably liked...asians?

Yoshimi was already envisioning herself with him, introducing him to her parents, grandparents, taking him to her favorite sushi restaurant, saying "yes" to him when he popped the question, walking down the aisle in a white gown.... when his boyfriend arrived.

And his boyfriend was in better shape than her.

"Well, this beach is getting annoying."

She picked up her things and walked back to her car, relieved that tomorrow she would be in her calm, boring and safe office environment again.

Copyrights by Michelle Mocarski