If they love the sand, salt, surf and sunscreen, they’re a keeper.
Having sand in your bed is a rare form of torture. But having a happy, glowing, sexy creature spreading the sand makes it all worth it.
I like the beach. If I lived in the Caribbean, that “like” would be upgraded to a “love.” I don’t live in the Caribbean; I live in California where the water is cold and the beach is often windy, so I like it. But my husband lives for it, dreams of it, and straight up loves it. Our marriage is better because of it.
To take a nugget from the surfer vernacular, people who love the beach make rad spouses, and here’s why.