What’s all this got to do with the strapping shirtless lad at the top of the page? Well it was this handsome stranger who recently gave me a new found appreciation of this town and a very special glimpse into what my life could be like if I had decided to stay in Noosa.
I met him by accident the last time I was in Noosa with the Queens. I’d decided to take the girls out to show them what my home town had to offer. As they loved Byron Bay I was sure they’d be excited by the abundance of surfers and backpackers who filled the tiny local bar on a Saturday night. My goal for the night was to make sure my girls had a good time and avoid running into anyone I went to high school with. Somewhere between happy hour and falling asleep on the beach I was approached by an incredibly handsome man who looked to be in his late twenties.
I knew this game all too well, in fact after living in the city for over four years I was skilled in the art of ‘picking up on the piss’. The skilful part didn’t take place during the night when the alcohol was flowing and the beer googles were on, the skilful part was waking up in the morning and not only realising but accepting that the mysterious prince charming you’d met the night before was actually just a slightly chubby middle aged man with a lazy eye and an over grown monobrow which cast a not so seductive shadow over his face.
To my complete and utter shock this moment never came. The next morning we all woke up on the beach fully clothed and as I rolled over to face reality, I was greeted by the most beautiful, alluring and caring smile I’d ever seen.
The first thing I thought was: ‘I did not just pick up this sexy fucking man’ and the second thing that came to mind was: ‘I did not just pick up this sexy fucking man in Noosa’.
I didn’t speak to Noosa boy again until I got back to Sydney. I think I just assumed it was too good to be true and that it would be best just to carry on with my complicated relationship with Mr R. And then the day after Mr R left for Costa Rica, Noosa Boy called me.
That day we spoke until my battery died (exactly 2 hours and 31 minutes). The following day we spoke for the same amount of time, twice during the day. This continued for an entire month until one night I found myself on the phone to him incredibly drunk and said something along the lines of “I really like the way you talk, I really like you.”
Profound, I know. And then last weekend in the heat of the moment I booked a flight to Noosa for five days.
“Guess what?” I asked him over the phone trying to keep my composure.
“What?” he replied playfully.
“Well…”I hesitated for a moment.
“…I’m coming to Noosa tomorrow”
“Well what do you think?” I questioned, my stomach sinking rapidly. He doesn’t want to see me, he doesn’t want to see me.
“Babe, thats amazing…but…”
He thinks I’m crazy, he doesn’t want to see me.
“But, I was planning on coming to Sydney to surprise you.”
I couldn’t believe it. Who was this magnificent creature? After a bucket full of “You’re joking’s” and “what are the odds?” we agreed that I’d come to Noosa and he’d stay right where he was.
12 hours later I was on a plane and a further 2 hours after that he was there waiting for me at the airport.
The last five days have been the best five days I’ve had in Noosa since the summer of my senior year. We did everything that two people do to entertain themselves in a small town. We went to the Eumundi markets, the farmers markets, swam in the ocean and hung out by the pool for hours. Most of all we took pleasure in just laying in the sun and talking. It was simple, it was easy and unlike the relationships I had been involved in, in the city, there was absolutely no drama.
It didn’t hurt that Noosa boy was originally a city boy who grew up in Melbourne and now lived in one of the Sunshine Coast’s most beautiful resorts.
By the end of my spontaneous five day holiday I was well and truly torn. Why live in a noisy polluted city when I can live in beautiful, safe, carefree Noosa? My best girlfriend from high school, Rachel sensed my confusion over the phone and told me to meet her at Bistro C immediately.
Over champagne and cocktails we laughed at my predicament, something that would have absolutely never crossed my mind before meeting Noosa boy.
“Now you know how I felt when I stayed in Noosa for Dane” She said speaking fondly of her high school sweetheart who she’d broken up with a year ago.
I sipped on my cocktail and pondered the thought.
What if I met Noosa boy merely a few years ago when I’d just finished high school? Would I have still moved to the big city in search of bigger things? or would have I been more inclined to take a different path, a path almost identical to my parents?
There’s always Easter holidays, Christmas holidays, Halloween, Mothers day, Fathers day and Anzac day long weekend. All completely appropriate times to return to Noosa for an innocent little distraction.
Sometimes we don’t know why we choose to do the things we do but we persist, it’s that little voice inside our heads telling us to keep going in one direction or another. Even though a more simplistic life is sometimes just a plane ride away, we know what we have to do in order to satisfy our own desires. We have to forge our own paths completely irrespective of anyone else and entirely for our own fulfilment.
Don’t ask me why. I’m still trying to figure it out myself.