TheGuy did not want to see her, only to be disappointed that she was way out of our price range. I argued back that looking isn’t buying and it would help us better understand what other boats are like as we were shopping. And it would only take a minute, please, please please?
He gave in and we went into the office and asked Steve, the marina manager, to show her to us. I was terrified, I still remember walking down the Dock A and looking at her beautiful lines as we waited for Steve to unlock the companionway.
We walked inside and I sat, stunned, on the settee. She was gorgeous. She looked well out of our price range. As I sat there, letting her beauty sink in, I noticed that the dining table was removable, it was stowed on the wall to my right. That left this huge area in the center of the salon for one of my favorite things, a dance floor. Continuing to sit, I envisioned TheGuy and I slow dancing cheek-to-cheek right there.
Guy caught my eye, my expression must have been crazy, he asked if I was ok. Yes, I told him. Come sit with me, just here. As he snuggled next to me, I relayed my vision. He could see it too. We were in a bad place. And ole Steve knew just how to maneuver around us.