So Ironflower's been taking swimming lessons. I enjoy watching her every week, though I also get a kick out of observing the other lessons going on at the pool. Ironflower's group is big enough, and her skill is low enough so that I have plenty of time to look around while she waits for her turn with one of the teachers.
Last week, for the first time ever, there was eye candy. The lifeguards at the Y, clad in their billowing white t-shirts and trunks that look more like gaucho pants, are not the least bit sexy. Plus they are young enough to be my sons. . .and look it. The few male swim teachers are cut from the same cloth (or at least the same size trunks). Which is fine. The scanning for hot men habit I developed in adolescence was broken the first time Ironflower spit up on me when I was looking at one. She was a day old.
But you didn't have to be scanning to see this guy stride in to the pool area. He looked at least 20, for a start. He was shirtless. His bathing trunks were of the skintight boxer brief variety. And he was the kind of guy who spends a lot of time at the gym so he can look good shirtless and wearing a tight, low-slung bathing suit. I am pretty sure I did a double take.
No one around me seemed to notice. Not one mom or grandma seemed to notice him at all, not even when he dove into the water like a hot version of Michael Phelps. I started to think that I was hallucinating and that maybe I needed to spend more quality adult time with Hot Guy. I mean, aren't women in their thirties in their sexual prime? There were 5 of them around me and they didn't even glance at the new swim teacher in the very tight suit.
It was only because the young woman who checks the little swimming students in and out was also staring that I knew that I wasn't hallucinating. Part of me was relieved, because, you know, I believe hallucinations are associated with mental illness. But the other part of me was sad, because now I know I will never befriend any of the moms I sit with each week.
Maybe I'll just have to make friends with the new swimming teacher instead. :)
7 comments:
Theres nothing wrong with looking and admiring.
Its only if you act on it.
Dont feel so bad.
@KittyCatOh, I don't feel bad at all - except that no one else was looking. That's the part that makes me sad. For those other women.
I'd a looked. or stared. for just a bit. :)
@AnonymousAnd that's why I wish there were more people like you at swimming class each week.
I not only would've stared, but I'd've elbowed you and cleared my throat, too. Sure do wish we lived closer to eachother.
I'd be drooling! Enjoy swimming class. Next time brung your camera and take pics....ummm....for all of us!!!!
I'd be drooling! Enjoy swimming class. Next time brung your camera and take pics....ummm....for all of us!!!!
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