Temple of Doom
Contributor
Oh Bare CD4, my drysuit, how I miss you, though truly I hardly know you.
We started off as pen-pals in August. For how many hours I don't know, we communicated via the soft glow of my computer screen. I would stay up too late tapping away on my keyboard asking questions (sometimes over and over again). I'd even spent hours during work finding all I could about you. I truly couldn't get you off my mind. You patiently and hapilly provided me all the information I was looking for. We'd spend hours trying to figure out the logistics of getting together quickest and easiest. And I looked forward to finally meeting you in person so very much.
We met almost accidentally, I'd pretty much entered into a comittment with a Whites, and was planning the plunge. I'd seen you around, but never really noticed until one day you piqued my curiosity. Without really meaning anything by it, I found out more about you, and surely we were both surprised how quiclky we realized we were perfect for each other.
It wasn't a fairy-tale love at first sight, I was hesitant to leave the Whites, and had had second thoughts about what other drysuits out there might be better for me. A feeling, I hope you forgive, is just instinctual for us divers. Truly it meant nothing less of you, and all that searching only proved to me that we are perfect for each other. Sure there might have been better drysuits on paper out there (and much better divers), but you and I had chemistry and compatibility that couldn't be ignored. It didn't take me long before I was ready to take the plunge, and I've never looked back for a moment.
Countless hours in late August that should have been spent working, sleeping, and eating, were spent learning as much about each other as possible. We made compromises to be with one another. You added suspenders, pockets, and a cuff dump, and I agreed that 4mm compressed neo was right for me, and I promised to take a course to control my bouyancy with a drysuit (we may have a few ups and downs to start, but we'll stick together and find our balance). I'm sure you'll agree that these compromises have only served to strengthen our compatibity. Finally the day came when I sent away for you.
I didn't think it was possible to want for you more than I did before I ordered you, but after visiting the DiveTank and sending away for you, it seemed like time stopped. Quality takes time and I knew I could wait. I was already looking to book my course so we could learn to co-exist as soon as possible. Days passed like months and I'd heard no word. I'd call up the DiveTank knowing you weren't there yet, but hoping that perhaps you'd just come through the door.
That's when tragedy struck. Just before you arrived, I was sent away to Las Vegas for work. What irony! Of all the places to send a diver, it was the desert. I was only supposed to be gone for a couple weeks, but it's turned into 8 weeks out of the past 11. The day I got the call that you were in and waiting for me was one of the lowest I've had. I thought about flying you down to Vegas, but you deserve to be showered with the emerald water off Vancouver, not the silty mud in Lake Mead. It was difficult, but I decided to wait.
I've only been back home in brief blocks of time since then, but last weekend we finally met! You were everything I'd hoped for. Feeling your warm, comforting embrace for the first time just felt... right. I couldn't help buying you some new toys: the Atmos XT, Elite T3, and the blue Bio-fins. You really do look fabulous in that little black number, it's the perfect BC for you. The highlights of the BC and the fins really bring out the blue in your dyes.
I was so excited to bring you home, and just couldn't wait to take you out. But I'm being sent back to the desert this weekend for two long weeks, and we'll have to delay our gratification for just a bit longer.
I promise though it won't be long. I'll book us that class, and get us in the water as soon as possible. I'm sure we're going to be happy together for a very long time.
Patiently,
Craig
We started off as pen-pals in August. For how many hours I don't know, we communicated via the soft glow of my computer screen. I would stay up too late tapping away on my keyboard asking questions (sometimes over and over again). I'd even spent hours during work finding all I could about you. I truly couldn't get you off my mind. You patiently and hapilly provided me all the information I was looking for. We'd spend hours trying to figure out the logistics of getting together quickest and easiest. And I looked forward to finally meeting you in person so very much.
We met almost accidentally, I'd pretty much entered into a comittment with a Whites, and was planning the plunge. I'd seen you around, but never really noticed until one day you piqued my curiosity. Without really meaning anything by it, I found out more about you, and surely we were both surprised how quiclky we realized we were perfect for each other.
It wasn't a fairy-tale love at first sight, I was hesitant to leave the Whites, and had had second thoughts about what other drysuits out there might be better for me. A feeling, I hope you forgive, is just instinctual for us divers. Truly it meant nothing less of you, and all that searching only proved to me that we are perfect for each other. Sure there might have been better drysuits on paper out there (and much better divers), but you and I had chemistry and compatibility that couldn't be ignored. It didn't take me long before I was ready to take the plunge, and I've never looked back for a moment.
Countless hours in late August that should have been spent working, sleeping, and eating, were spent learning as much about each other as possible. We made compromises to be with one another. You added suspenders, pockets, and a cuff dump, and I agreed that 4mm compressed neo was right for me, and I promised to take a course to control my bouyancy with a drysuit (we may have a few ups and downs to start, but we'll stick together and find our balance). I'm sure you'll agree that these compromises have only served to strengthen our compatibity. Finally the day came when I sent away for you.
I didn't think it was possible to want for you more than I did before I ordered you, but after visiting the DiveTank and sending away for you, it seemed like time stopped. Quality takes time and I knew I could wait. I was already looking to book my course so we could learn to co-exist as soon as possible. Days passed like months and I'd heard no word. I'd call up the DiveTank knowing you weren't there yet, but hoping that perhaps you'd just come through the door.
That's when tragedy struck. Just before you arrived, I was sent away to Las Vegas for work. What irony! Of all the places to send a diver, it was the desert. I was only supposed to be gone for a couple weeks, but it's turned into 8 weeks out of the past 11. The day I got the call that you were in and waiting for me was one of the lowest I've had. I thought about flying you down to Vegas, but you deserve to be showered with the emerald water off Vancouver, not the silty mud in Lake Mead. It was difficult, but I decided to wait.
I've only been back home in brief blocks of time since then, but last weekend we finally met! You were everything I'd hoped for. Feeling your warm, comforting embrace for the first time just felt... right. I couldn't help buying you some new toys: the Atmos XT, Elite T3, and the blue Bio-fins. You really do look fabulous in that little black number, it's the perfect BC for you. The highlights of the BC and the fins really bring out the blue in your dyes.
I was so excited to bring you home, and just couldn't wait to take you out. But I'm being sent back to the desert this weekend for two long weeks, and we'll have to delay our gratification for just a bit longer.
I promise though it won't be long. I'll book us that class, and get us in the water as soon as possible. I'm sure we're going to be happy together for a very long time.
Patiently,
Craig
