Yea; under the circumstances of my being single & actually having to deliberately seek you out?
In spite of Barbados being a molassess reeking gawd-awful small island?
I'd never find you in a hundred years of Sundays.
That's just how life is, Angel.
Never could figure it out, either.
No.
If I were single once again?
I would never permit my "competition" the chance of getting to you, first.
I'd take a more direct route to your heart, H1.
Go ahead & directly send you a 1st Class ticket to St. Thomas, to meet me.
Rendezvous at a little Bistro (I know of) right on the bay at the island's main port.
Idle-away the hours over bottles of ice-cold Heinekins & talk.
All the while watching the fat little bald men hurridly disembark the docking cruise ships, waddle-off into the distance wearing hawiian-print shirts -- wives in-tow -- enroute to the duty-free zone.
St. Thomas; *nice* place, y'know?
...next lifetime Angel; deal? ;^)
Deal! :-)