After Superstorm Sandy, I think most people felt like the shore would never be the same, but according to the Associated Press, most of the shore areas boardwalks will be rebuilt, or mostly rebuilt by Memorial Day, or June 1st at the latest. While this is great news for the state, it’s also great for romance. I’m sure many a baby was conceived (or at least an attempted conception) under the boards along the Garden State. If you’re not into doing it in the sand—sand pebbles in the lady parts are a god-awful thing—the shore has more to offer couples than just a kinky nooky spot. To me, going to the shore reminds me of being a child or teenager: living the days of simple romance, playing video games, scrounging money for slices of pizza, and sitting in the sand underneath the night sky with a group of my friends. Recapturing your youth together as a couple is never a bad thing. In a time when the economy has bitten the dust and couples have more financial and emotional stresses than ever before, a date on the boardwalk can be a romantic, simple, and hell, even a cheap date. The kind of cheap date that doesn’t involve a heavily perfumed foreign prostitute you met on Craig’s List or your friend’s sister’s really heinous friend.
I remember before we had our daughter, my husband and I would stroll Point Pleasant Beach in the evenings. It wasn’t just taking the walk through the straggling teenagers, hyperactive children, and tourists that made those nights memorable, but the playtime that I remember the most. The rides at Jenkinson’s aren’t just for children; he and I rode the Tilt-A-Whirl, Super Himalaya,Starship, and the Flitzer, which is basically a tame roller-coaster. When you ride the Flitzer, they take photos, which you can purchase for a cheap price. Now while we were on the ride, I screamed like a child and may have said a few curse words out of fear, yet overall, I enjoyed the experience. Basically, I’m a big baby and jumping two feet off the ground is enough excitement for my day. Roller Coasters aren’t my kind of cheap thrill—the kind I like are unmentionable. My husband on the other hand, is a ride-thrill addict. He doesn’t break a sweat no matter what—not even during a major surgery. Nervous Nellie and her Cool Cucumber. When we purchased the photo, the writing was on the wall: He is smiling and clearly relaxed, while I look like I am being tortured at Guantanamo Bay. The rides made us feel like kids at our first fair. There’s nothing like that slightly dizzy feeling to make you want to run down the boards to grab some cotton candy, or a funnel cake, the pastry of champions.
It’s not just the rides, but the feeling like life is simple as the two of you just take a seat on a bench and look out towards the ocean, or maybe even pull out a blanket and sit in the sand tracing your initials or possibly, a kinky suggestion in the sand. If you see any strange requests on the beach, it may just have been me who put that there! The boardwalk isn’t a noisy bar filled with distractions and drunken idiots. You can forget the bills, children, stresses, and arguments and instead, just sit with your partner and relax for a little while. Maybe even enjoy the silence together, unless you’re me, in which case the only way I might be silent for a long time is if I’m drugged and sent to the looney bin.
Our shore took such abuse and beating during Sandy, that not only is the boardwalk a perfect date spot, but it is also a good way to give back to our community by bringing business and our presence to a place that truly needs us. Try to remember your first love, the Jersey Shore this year, and commit to returning to the beaches and boardwalks, no matter how altered they may be. Don’t leave this love forelorn.