Prince Charming

When Satuday rolled around, I found myself yet again sitting on an over air conditioned bus. After having visited Waimea Bay once, I found that it just wasn't enough. Alexa was curious, and I took this opportunity as an excuse to make the 6 hour round trip. The drive went quickly thanks to the beautiful scenery of inland Oahu, and unexpectedly, I found myself yet again at the foot of the cliff that had caused me so much trouble in my previous visit.

I promised myself the first time I was in Waimea that if I were to jump of the cliff that I would never put myself through the same horror a second time. Well, I lied. It was difficult to refuse Alexa's never ending taunts, and like what usually happens, I let my ego get the best of me. Next thing I know, I'm creeping closer to the edge of the rock face, staring down at the small crowd of people that Alexa has gathered. The clock kept ticking and the line behind me kept growing, but I let my fear of heights get the best of me and I couldn't do it. Alexa's patience ran out and she climbed to the top of the cliff, hoping that a good 'ol fashion pep talk might be just what I needed. It wasn't. She got restless as my hesisitance persisted and she jumped, leaving me once again on my own. By this time I had been on the cliff long enough for my leg hair to reach an incredible length and on top of it, the weather had taken a turn for the worst. It started to rain and the clear skies were replaced with an effortlessly gloomy cloud cover. As the wind picked up, my uncertainty did as well and I began to justify why I should not make the leap. The waves are rough. The rain is cold. It can't be safe. I've already done it once, why do I need to do it again. Ahh, the self reassurance trick, eh? Works everytime. Unless...there's an incentive. Up until then there wasn't. I'd done the jump before, it was getting cold, Alexa was my bestfriend so I didn't have much to prove to her, and I already knew in my heart of hearts that I was a pansy so there was no disappointment there. Just as I let a devilish smile, content with giving up, creep across my wind stricken face, I noticed an exceptionally muscular man climbing up the cliff's rear. With a quick double take, I was impressed. But I forced my eyes to avert back to the scenery that I would soon walk away from and I enjoyed a few minutes of serenity. All of a sudden, Mr. Fabulous calls out to me, asking if I would like someone to jump with. Because I was lost in the thought of grating cheese on his washboard abs, I was forced to focus on his words the second time around. Awestruck, I complied and he motioned that I grab hold of his hand and we take the plunge together. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, and my eyelids peeled open as I took in every inch of his perfectly tanned and beautiful self, we crept towards the cliff's edge. With the locals' encouragements drifting behind me, my mind went blank and we jumped. The weight of his hand in mine made me forget the free fall and my feelings of hesitation remained on the cliff, all that lingered was a new found confidence. I was infatuated as I was bewildered with the situation, incessantly contemplating this stranger's rationale. Like it was straight out of a fairy tale, this moment had been too good to be true. But it had happened, and I knew at that moment that as farfetched and unrealistic as it all seemed, it was just a glimpse, a hopeful reminder of how captivating love's magic really is. After hitting the surface of the water, I bobbed along with the waves, drinking in my two mintues of perfect romanticism, staring back at the face that had willed a complete stranger to do the impossible.