Seven years ago, almost to the date, I was saying good-bye to all my friends in Johannesburg. I was getting ready for a new life of sun, fun and gorgeous Capetonian guys. I was told that once I got there, to make sure I got myself a blue eyed, blond hair “surfer” dude. Two months after moving here, I did.

I had found myself the most gorgeous guy, with the bluest eyes and long blond hair who surfed!! How cool I thought I was, writing back to all my girl friends in JHB. Until I realized what being a surfer’s girl friend (from JHB, who had never even laid eyes on a surf board before) entailed.

I found myself searching for waves every weekend, and unfortunately most of those weekends consisted of sh#t weather, which meant I held fort in the car, while “Blondy” had the ride of his life. But I kept my cool; I didn’t want to seem uninterested! Until at least, I thought I should give this surfing thing a go!

So I strapped on an old wet suit of his, with one of his boards under my arm, and we set off to Muizenburg beach. The waves were small, and I didn’t think otherwise. However, with my man beside me helping me paddle in to the ¼ foot wave, I was terrified, and was yelling at him to take me back to the beach! That was the last time I was on a surf board.

I constantly swear how I would love to learn to surf, but never get around to doing it! I’ll do it! I swear.

Seven years later, I am still with that gorgeous guy, and I have come to love surfing. Now day's if the weather is sh#t, I don’t go. If the weather is right, and if I am in the right mood, I can’t wait to leave.

This is how it goes:

We get to the beach, we or I pick a sufficient spot to sit, he gets suited up, I get an awesome kiss, and off into the waves he goes doing his little skip. I have to say that I just love watching my Man surf, he has an amazing style, and elegance to him. He makes taking photos of him an absolute pleasure.

No matter what kind of session he has, I get the best smile as he is walking back to me across the beach. After all these years I have learnt that surfing is an art, that I have truly come to admire. It is about freedom of expression, of which there are no limits.

I guess the moral of my tale is, if you manage to come across a blue eyed, blond haired surfer. BE WARNED! You are gonna go so weak at the knees, you’d put up with anything!

By Tamlyn Sawyer