Day 13 - Last chance

I jumped out of bed this morning looking forward to the last day of the holiday, this time less nervous and more anticipating the day ahead spent with Nick. This was my now my third dive in two days and this mermaid was really getting the hang of it. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Nick had no other divers for the day and today it was just me and him. Under the water, I lost myself again but this time Nick pointed out corals and fish he spotted, making me laugh several times which was difficult to control underwater.

After the mornings dive, I felt a huge wave of sadness, knowing that this time tomorrow I would be leaving for the airport and more so, a feeling of regret for not asking Nick out sooner, which crept in as he ran around the centre spraying me with a hose. As we showered out the back together, sounds more kinky than it was, he turned around and asked me if I wanted to go out with him that night. I calmly replied 'yeah, go for it' whilst inside my head I was screaming oh my God, finally! We agreed that tonight he would meet me in Playa Del Carmen at 9.30, after I enjoyed a final meal with my family, before he picked me up on his motorbike(!) and took me out to a few bars etc. He gave me a cheeky smile and a wink and said 'he'd show me a good time' which sounded more than promising.

Once out of sight I ran off down the beach to tell my family the good news, which my sister was extremely jealous about and I spent the remainder of the afternoon pampering myself and planning what to wear. Once at our last meal, I was way to overexcited and nervous to eat anything and made small talk whilst daydreaming over how the night would pan out. The journey was supposed to take just fifteen minutes so I headed down to the bus stop at 9.10 to wait for a bus which were supposed to appear every five minutes. It reached 9.15, then 9.20 and I was beginning to get into a bit of a panic as I didn't want to spend money for drinks on a cab, when finally the coletivo bus arrived which cost a mere $3. The only glitch in our arrangement was that I didn't have a phone to contact him if I got lost or late, but Nick explained it would be easy to see where to meet (a shoe store at the end of the bus station) and he'd wait all night for me if he had to, (I know, what a sweetheart.) The bus seemed to take forever as it stopped at every single stop along the way but I finally turned twenty minutes late and couldn't wait to run up to him and give him a huge apologetic hug.

Once off the bus, I wandered down to the end of the bus station to find a small alley with many closed down shops and a small shop selling shoes and belts. But Nick was nowhere to be seen. By now it was very, very dark and there were not many people around as the main strip was a ten minute walk in the opposite direction. Instead of waiting however, I decided that Nick couldn't have meant here as it seemed too isolated and headed off into the main town in hope I would see him on his motorbike. I soon realised, being a young, blonde female, alone in a foreign country was not a good idea, as men leered and shouted at me in the street. I soon started to panic, as I do as it was now an hour since we were supposed to meet up and it was the final straw when a Mexican man asked if I was a prostitute, the cheek of it! I sobbed, assuming I had been stood up and headed back to the hotel.

Crying my eyes out, I ran into my parents room and they hugged me whilst I explained what happened. They suggested I should have got his number beforehand and used a pay phone, which would have been a sensible idea but of course I had been too overexcited to think about that. My last night had been ruined and I went to bed feeling betrayed, hurt and embarrassed.