When we were first started dating, in 1983, I thought my wife might be interested in diving, but she never really pursued it. I taught her to snorkel while in Cozumel in '84, and once watched her sit on the bank in Grand Cayman and cry because she couldn't do a night dive with us at Eden Rock. I let her try my gear in the pool once and took her by local shops to talk to the instructors on several occasions.
But....that's been many, many years and she now tells me that diving has no appeal for her. She loves to sail and go out on boats, but on our last vacation, two weeks in Panama City, Fl, I could only get her to go in the water twice. The water was beautiful, but she wouldn't even snorkel. Go figure.
When we lived in New Orleans, I was a member of an active diving club that "unofficially" catered to non-diving spouses and S.O.'s. While not an official policy of the club, the membership was coincidentally composed of about a dozen members, ten of whom were women and ALL of whom had non-diving spouses or boyfriends. It made for some great trips and because the club was mostly women, we got some seriously good bottom times (first in, last out, on most of our dives).
I now live in Houston and have to either dive solo or call around for a buddy. Because of my experiences in New Orleans, and because I have a high interest in UW photographer, I still prefer female buddies (my best dive buddy is a woman, but she lives in Austin.).
But, it is during those times that can't find a good, experienced buddy/model that I most wish my wife was a diver.
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