All day passes and Chris has come over for dinner and to spend the night.

Arguing with Chris...

It's fucking some place called Sanibel...

It's just going to be a bunch of old people there...

It's her parent's place. It's for old married couples...

Chris.. You are being soooo controlling. Why don't you trust me? You're being a real asshole about this. It's only a long weekend.

He keeps saying different variations of I know what happens on girls vacations... Nothing good.

Chris is being such an unreasonable dick. Why doesn't he trust me? I'm such a great girlfriend. So not cool.

You're totally not in the mood for sex tonight. I mean like GOD, SERIOUSLY CHRIS? UGH!

You roll over and pull up the blankets tight over your shoulder. He scoots over to spoon, but you give a real hard shake to let him know you just don't want to be touched right now. Chris backs off. You fall asleep.

Next morning when you wake Chris brings you coffee and a warm croissant with butter. Mmm... So good. Its apparent he's been up for a little while.

OK maybe I was being unreasonable. I looked up the place on my phone. It seems pretty safe and chill and it's only for a few days.

YAY! Chris has agreed to be cool about the girls trip and you have make up sex. I have such a great boyfriend. You thank him with a little extra enthusiasm while getting busy ;)

It's three weeks later and you are now are at the resort. You spend the first day lounging on beach chairs working on your tan.

Wow this condo is right on the beach. I mean yeah, it's totally for old people, but it's still pretty awesome. Coming here was so the right idea. I need this relaxation. Hey what are we going to do tonight? We're not staying in are we? Must be something to do around here.

Amanda suggests two places. One is an upscale restaurant with a piano bar. She says its totally fun and the waiters are cute there. The other is a beachy raw bar type of place with a guitar guy who plays Jimmy Buffet type songs. The sunsets are beautiful and the bar gets pretty active.