This is a rather extended story about the dangers of having an inflated ego.
Years ago, I was in a bus depot in Merida (north Yucatan peninsula). I was heading home to Santa Cruz and had just come from Quintana Roo (east coast of southern Mexico) where I had visited Chichen Itza and Tulum. I struck up a conversation with a woman from Geneva, Switzerland. She was studying architecture, spoke at least 5 languages (German, Italian, French, Spanish, English, and I "think" some Swiss dialect), and was jaw hit the floor beautiful. She and I were heading in opposite directions so I gave her some tips about Quintana Roo. She told me she was going to head back up to San Francisco later on as she was flying home from there. Seeing that Santa Cruz is just south of The City, I told her she might want to stop in as Santa Cruz would be an interesting place to visit. She said she thought she'd do that so I gave her my phone number and, in keeping with my gracious nature, offered to let her stay at my house.
Lo and behold, about a month later, I got a phone call from Sylvia and we made arrangements to meet up at the Catalyst. When I got there, she had brought another friend along who reminded a lot of her. We spent the next few days together bombing around the area (Monterey, Big Sur, local wineries, etc.) and had a great time. Unfortunately, and all too soon, it was time for them to go so we headed up the coast to SF. We took the coast as I knew of a beautiful, secluded beach about 10 miles to the north of Santa Cruz and stopped for lunch. I had packed a couple bottles of wine and a pretty killer lunch of cheeses, olives, pickled vegetables, meats, etc.
So, we get to this beach and no one is on it. They roll out their blankets, take off their clothes, and we start drinking wine, etc. I have to tell you that at this point I'm thinking I'm pretty cool. I'm sitting on this gorgeous beach, laughing and drinking wine with these 2 beautiful women, watching the waves, and the birds flying overhead.
A seagull is overhead and then I saw it. I was like a deer in the headlights as it came towards me. A seagull turd hit me square in the chest. Time for a swim. I hate that seagull.