Chapter 1

The first time I saw Beate, on a Monday night, it was in the beginning of her second week of vacation in Playa del Carmen. Drop dead gorgeous. A delicious Scandinavian babe, I guess 21 years old, from Denmark, slender, blue eyes piercing right through you, amazing body, black hair, but, different regarding men, a bit passive, or perhaps cautious?

As always, I was in the Blue Parrot bar at night, when I first saw her. She had female company, but not as pretty as Beate was. I tried a couple of standard openers; she did not completely shut me off but did not really engage either. I couldn’t approach this girl the usual way, like with a married woman, she was more reserved (a lot of married women are quite easy).

Now I am not a great dancer (men should know their flaws, if you ask me), so I did not invite her to dance, and she didn’t want another drink, “She still had some.” I chatted a little this and that, asking how long she was staying, in order to know if I had enough time for a slower approach, which would probably work better.

As a shark (certain pro divers like me, like to hunt fresh tourist pussy), I would normally only focus on one woman at a time. Until she either was getting fucked by me, had somebody else or flew back home. It gives you the advantage, that if she is starting to get interest in you, and shows you a very little hint, you do not lose that sole single chance you get, by perhaps being distracted with other possible babes. Sometimes, with women on vacation, if you having asked them previously, you never knew, if this was their last night or not in Playa.

So, with the first chatting we were doing, I dropped some sinkers, flirted a bit, asked some interested questions about her, gave some tips about visiting Maya ruins, such as Chitzen Itza, Tulum but especially Ek-Balam. She was attentive and listening but there was no progress. I said to her after like 20 minutes that it was nice meeting her, but I had to work tomorrow and said to her that pro divers need to be fit, so I had to go to bed, but I would love to see her again tomorrow, same place. She smiled and nodded but did not give me any small opening to progress. I said goodbye and left.,

The next evening, I was at the Blue Parrot again, but no Beate. At around 1 Am I left to get some sleep.

Wednesday and Thursday I was tired and did not go out.

On Friday I went out, but arrived late at the Blue Parrot, not before 1 AM. I did not see Beate, and a good warrior knows, when he has lost the fight. The only thing which remains to be done, is figure out what you did wrong, or what you could have done instead. Self-analysis is for sharks just as important as for any other human.

I walked to Capt. Tutix, this much wilder bar next to the blue Parrot, perhaps 10 min away.

While having a beer there, doing my analysis, I was a bit distracted, thinking about the whole thing, as out of the nowhere Natalie said “hello.” to me. Natalie was our video girl from Switzerland, and she filmed during the dive the divers, whatever fish we would see and made DVDs of what she had filmed, plus adding some cool underwater life from other dives, for all dive students and DSDs (DSD is 1 theory, 1 pool and 1 open water dive), selling them for 75 USD. As I mentioned before, sharks normally do not focus on locals, since they do not leave.

Natalie wanted to dance, so I said OK, to do her a favour. Her life wasn’t easy either, she was not really part of the diving team, living from day to day depending on DVD sales (she had no salary), and of course we did include her on our private parties, but, somehow, she was not 100 % “in”.