captain mission has breakfast, a surf and an interesting conversation with a very intelligent redhead this morning, attractive to, and a sort of successful business woman type. she rolls up in a nice car all the way from sydney to see me. i must admit i've already had two coffee's and am in full rave mode so as soon as introductions are over i start, blah blah blah blah i go, like a talking robot waffling on about this and that, my rants take no prisoners, she looks somewhat bemused as i challenge her own thoughts, but then suddenly i withdraw, rant over. 
at the beach she stands out from the horde with her red hair and pale skin and i imagine we would look pretty odd together, a dark skinned fish man and a red headed wraith. the water is beautiful and the waves although not perfect make it interesting. i offer her my fin which like a trooper she tries.
on shore we talk about various yogi's and religions. dmt and ayahuscia and she perks up. my type of girl. 
it's a glorious day, sun shines down skies blue. she drives back home, and i return to mundane life and bake some muffins. 
it's a strange thing to contemplate, a relationship. do i really want one, if i did it would be with someone like her, interesting and self made.