God smiles upon the Jersey Shore

First of all, you know its going to be a good party when you're on the beach, the sun is out, it's an open bar and you have nothing but a roll of $20s in your pocket. Your girlfriend is the hottest chick on the coast, friends are high-fiving you and every person with a camera is snapping a rock star picture of you.

Then, the party turns out better than everyone expected because God kept the rain away and shined the sun rays our way. We owned the Jersey Shore for a few hours like only a gang of us could, seizing control of the beach club, reclinining in lounges and draining the bar of vodka and beer.

She and I slipped away while everyone watched, took Rumson Road home and stole 3 hours of relaxed passion at the expense of issuing cordial farewells for the day. It was so worth it. We ended the afternoon laying naked, unsheeted in bed, stroking one another and whispering kisses. I honestly don’t know how love like this will last. It is so washed through every cell in my body. It can’t possibly be this good.