I’m not one for budget travel, but I hate spending my own money. So when I want to go on a nice vacation, I let a boyfriend pay for everything instead. (I know it’s not very feminist of me, but it’s smart to save money, and I’d rather be politically incorrect than poor.)
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\nI’m not one for budget travel, but I hate spending my own money. So when I want to go on a nice vacation, I let a boyfriend pay for everything instead. (I know it’s not very feminist of me, but it’s smart to save money, and I’d rather be politically incorrect than poor.)<\/i>
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\nMost recently, my ex-boyfriend Michael took me to Jamaica. I was supposed to be his date to a wedding in Montego Bay, assuming we would still be together three weeks after he bought the plane tickets. Me, I would have cut my losses and went alone, but he still wanted me to go for some reason.<\/p>\n
\nMaybe he thought we would get back together. Or maybe he thought that we never really broke up. It was hard to tell with us because we were always fighting. I guess he hoped that things would be different if we had a change of scenery. And what could we possibly have to fight about in paradise?<\/p>\n
\nThe first thing I noticed was the Plantation-inspired architecture and d\u00c3\u00a9cor throughout the 400-acre Half Moon Resort. They even have a restaurant called “The Sugar Mill.” As an Asian woman, I don’t have white guilt per se, but I still felt weird about it.<\/p>\n
\n“We only got here five minutes ago, and you’re already complaining,” Michael groaned. “You’re going to be a lot of fun, Debbie Downer.”<\/p>\n
\nHaving missed peak tanning hours, we tried to do the romantic sunset stroll thing after we unpacked.
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\nWe went to bed early that night. And we went to sleep early, too, if you know what I mean.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Jessica Cutler<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n“Ow!” I cried, stepping on something sharp. “Fucking shit!”<\/p>\n
\nThe beach was covered with rocks and pointy shell fragments. And the water was sort of dead-looking. (The bay quells the waves.)<\/p>\n
\n“This isn’t as nice as St. John,” I thought out loud.<\/p>\n
\n“You’re complaining about this too?” Michael asked. “I can’t believe this!”<\/p>\n
\n“I’m not complaining! Jesus fucking Christ, I’m just making an observation!”<\/p>\n
\nWe went to bed early that night. And we went to sleep early, too, if you know what I mean. “Walks on the beach” are one of my turn-ons, but arguments about dumb shit are not.<\/p>\n
Day Two<\/h3>\n
\nMichael wanted to swim with the dolphins, but I don’t like fish.<\/p>\n
\n“They’re not fish,” he reminded me, “They’re mammals.”<\/p>\n
\n“Right. Fine. But I’m not spending money on dolphins. How much does it cost again?” I asked, flipping through the resort brochure. It was $199 for a group swim, $400 for a private swim. “Wow, it’s like getting a lap dance in the Champagne Room.”<\/p>\n
\nDolphin hookers are not my thing, so I stayed in the cottage, ordered room service (jerk chicken with a side of scotch buttons) and watched a Star Wars marathon on Cinemax.<\/p>\n
\nI came all the way to Jamaica to watch Star Wars and eat chicken in bed alone. I could have done this back at home, I thought to myself. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help feeling very pleased with how decadent I was being. In fact, it was the highlight of my trip.<\/p>\n
Day Three<\/h3>\n
\nI awoke early the next morning and went for a run around the resort grounds. I ran by the championship golf course, equestrian center, and tennis courts, imagining the activity-filled weekend that I was missing. And the spa was still under construction, much to my disappointment, as it would have been the perfect place to hide from my ex.<\/p>\n
\nWhen I returned to the room, Michael seemed annoyed that I went running without him. He then accused me of “using” him for a free trip Jamaica, since I didn’t seem interested in spending any time together. I couldn’t argue with him in good conscience, so I cried in the shower for ten minutes, then I went to the beach alone and started charging pina coladas to his room.<\/p>\n
Day Four<\/h3>\n
\nAfter a few hundred dollars worth of frozen mixed drinks, Michael and I reconciled in time for the wedding. He even held my hand during the ceremony. And the reception was like something from the pages of InStyle Weddings: cocktail hour at sunset, pink martinis with rose petals in them, a big white tent on the croquet lawn. It almost made me want to get married. Then the drinks wore off at some point during the speeches and I resumed
\nwondering what on Earth I was doing at a wedding with my ex.<\/p>\n\nThat night, as I was lying in bed next to Michael, I thought about the beautiful wedding and all those people who I would never see again (including him). It made me a little sad, but as break-ups go, it could have ended much worse than this.<\/p>\n
\nCheck out Jessica’s blog at www.jessicacutleronline.com<\/a> and MyAsiance page my.asiancemagazine.com\/jessicacutler<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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