We spent the second day at Casa Velas’ private beach club, relaxing in the infinity pool's built-in recliners, drinking cocktails, and eating sushi. After four hours of high-speed banter and even higher-speed margaritas, we’d reached that crucial juncture in any date where you’re getting along, but you don’t want to find yourself in the friend zone.
“So, how do you think the date is going?” I asked her.
“Oh, this is a date,” she responded, taking a sip of her pomegranate margarita. “I wasn’t sure, it seems like you’re here for work, and I’m just tagging along. But if it’s a date, I’d say it’s going very well.”
“Good,” I said. “So do I.”
I smiled and tried to kiss her. She pulled away. “Later,” she said. “I’m not going to be one of ‘those people’ who make out in the swimming pool.”
That night we were treated to a food tour at the resort's Five-Diamond sister property Grand Velas in Nayarit, which included seven stations of gourmet treats including lobster foam. Again, my dinner consisted of tortilla chips and Patron. [Yes, I'm a finicky eater -- don't judge me!] On our walk back, Miss Travel suggested we move the mini-bar nightcap to the Jacuzzi tub in my room.