Scorpio Humor – A Romantic Getaway

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Scorpio – The Master of Relationships – At Least According to Me

People seem to enjoy my humor so I decided to include a little snippet each Monday. Most of this humor is based upon real life incidents with Linda and me but are slightly exaggerated. You may see a little of my Scorpio CType and Linda’s Sagittarius CType here. You may also see a little of your relationships in these little bites of levity. Enjoy and I hope these brighten your Monday’s in some small way.


Every healthy intimate relationship need nurturing–a romantic getaway from time to time. Linda sometimes worries that I don’t tend to check out all the details of our getaways. She likes to be involved in the planning, why I don’t know.  I surprised her with an incredible trip to Ecuador last month to check out a romantic coastal village. Interestingly, ten days before we arrived, the area was hit with what was described as rain of biblical proportions. Also, I seemed to have picked an area where there is a lot of rice farming, which I found fascinating. Water water everywhere, but nary a drop to drink.

We stayed in a nice little hotel right on the beach. On our first evening we were sipping a glass of fine wine by the pool watching the sun set turn the sky magnificent shades of orange upon the warm turquoise Ecuadorian water. A gentle salt breeze wafted through our hair portending a perfect outdoor dinner on the raised deck. We spoke of a romantic walk after dinner on the beach where a full moon would light our way. Yes, Linda’s hesitation to come to this out of the way paradise had been put comfortably to rest.

At precisely 6:47 p.m., the black cloud of mosquitoes and biting flies descended upon us like ravenous dogs on a pork chop. At first I pretended not to notice. Maybe it was just a whining flyby. Nope. These little ladies meant business. Ignoring my sage insights into mosquito behavior and the possibility that this was a passing phenomena, Linda left her wine and made a run for it. I persisted a little longer to test my theory. A swat swat here, a swat swat there, here swat, there swat, everywhere a swat swat. Time for a different strategy. I ran.

Back in our room, I mentioned to Linda that I had wondered why our bed had a mosquito net around it. She ignored me, appearing busy applying some kind of lotion to her arms, legs, feet, neck, back, shoulders and face. I volunteered to go down and get our dinner to go…you know…to bring back to our room…a sort of room service de jour. Her noncommittal response could only mean she wanted me, as the man of the house, to make the dinner choices, which I did. Failing to notice that it was for groups of twelve or more, I ordered the Ecuadorian Luau, which consisted of a large pig with all the trimmings. To wash it down, I ordered a jug of fine four-month-old Ecuadorian wine. Because some of the mosquito hoard had followed us back into the room, which was missing three windows (better air circulation we were told), I suggested we eat our feast inside the netting, which we did. A little messy, but part of the adventure, yes? Linda suggested she wanted to move to a room with windows and a bed that didn’t have a pig in it.

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