Like whoa, people! I just returned from the BEST vacation of my life. I spent the past 5 days on a remote island in the Bahamas.

It was paradise. Every morning I opened the screen door to my bungalow and the beach greeted me at my toes. I even went skinny-dipping with a 49-year old man!

I befriended Gary as soon as I met him. We’re both New York City-based journalists with a lowbrow sense of humor. Gary is a bespectacled Jew with a stocky frame. He’s also in the middle of a sticky separation. One morning, we walked along the beach. As I inspected seashells, he took photos of the scenery—and me.

It was then and there that I decided Gary was my very own Bob Harris, aka Bill Murray’s character in Lost in Translation. Young lady, older man, thrown together in a foreign place.

Since we were stuck on a Gilligan’s island-type of place there were only two single men around; Gary and Luke, a ridiculously hot Australian with sun-drenched dreadlocks and an infectious smile. Naturally, all the single ladies flocked to Luke but I hung around Gary. I’ve never gone for the quarterback, I always end up pining for the marching band dude.

One night, Gary and I took a moonlight stroll on the beach.

“I’ve never been skinny-dipping,” confessed Gary as I splashed water around my ankles. “Oh yeah? Me either,” I admitted.

I’d always declined the offer because I was too insecure to reveal my fat rolls. I could envision the boys pinching my gut as I responded with a “Woo-hoo!” like a Puerto Rican Pillsbury Doughboy.

Eff it, I thought to myself. It’s now or never. “Just do it!” I said, echoing Nike’s million dollar slogan. Two minutes later, we removed our clothes and jumped into the cold water.

“Ooomph,” I uttered as I felt Gary grope my bare, underwater ass. Then he pulled me close to his chest. I turned my head away so his lips kissed my cheek.

“I’m getting chilly, are you cold too?” I asked as I pretended to shiver. “Yeah, I guess so,” said Gary.

Gary walked me to my bungalow and I bid him farewell with a quick (and slippery) hug. I walked into my bedroom, wrapped a robe around my dripping wet body and began reading a book.

Fifteen minutes later, to my surprise Gary was knocking on my screen door.

“Uh, come in,” I conceded.

“Hey, do you want to look at photos on my laptop?” he asked as he jumped onto my bed using a pick-up line which made him sound like a child molester.

“No, I have 20 pages left of my book. I really want to finish it,” I replied. Gary looked defeated and waved good-bye.

I didn’t want to reject him but I liked our tension-ridden relationship as it was. I was his Scarlett Johansson and he was my Bill Murray! If anything happened between us it would’ve ruined the relationship. And though Gary’s a cool guy I wasn’t exactly imagining us in the throws of passion or anything, ya know?

As the trip went on, Gary and I continued to hang out and we laughed about our night of skinny-dipping. I’m glad we didn’t hook up, it would’ve been awkward and I’d rather have him as buddy than a casual encounter.

So what do you think? Was I being a tease, or is it OK that I lived out my little Bill Murray fantasy? Have you ever hooked up with a guy who you just weren’t that sexually attracted to? I hope you guys don’t think I’m a prude. I just feel like I’m growing up and making better decisions…finally! That being said, I’m meeting up with a super hot guy this weekend and I have a dope date to the Kanye West concert next week. I can’t wait! Keep letting me know what’s on your mind chicas. I'll be back with some updates on Thursday so be sure to check in with me then!

Un Abrazo Fuerte,

Lex