But for some reason, I never really tried and my parents never really pushed me.I surfed a bit when I was about twelve at the famed Pass in Byron Bay or at my then home at Noosa National Park. I tried again when I was in my awkward teens, though this time I was much more self-conscious and the fear of looking like an idiot consumed me to the point it was crippling.I hope you’re not the clingy type because for these sea-loving creatures surfing will often if not always be first and relationships second.I also hope you don’t mind sharing because you will have to share your dude with the sport about 70-30. If you can swallow that bitter truth then you’ll be fine.
I wanted to be surfing with my mum, walking out as deep as my little toddler legs would take me until I had to let go of her hand as she jumped on her board, paddled out into the vast ocean and ushered me to go back to the shore.Disclaimer: This is meant to be some sort of a humorous manifesto of dating a surfer. I’ve heard that one too many times before to actually believe that statement.These are only a few of the lessons learned and heard over the course of 15 years and should be taken with a grain of salt. That’s usually followed up with “except for that icky sand, it just gets everywhere.” I don’t get what’s wrong with the sand, Laird Hamilton has some sort of imitation sand for a floor in his house and that sounds ideal to me and most surfers. Whether you prefer The Beach Boys or The Surf Punks, Weezer or Jack Johnson, you’ll have lots of great tunes to listen to. Surfers know to seize the moment and go full-tilt all the time.