We went swimming again today - note to self, do not go on a weekend. You can not handle that level of "happy noises of young children" (or as I refer to it, natural birth control). It was lovely to see how many fathers were there with their kids, though - it was maybe half and half mothers and fathers.
After slogging around the course for my 16 repetitions (and cursing the obnoxious girl hanging onto a lilypad and splashing/kicking in the current pool - the whole point is you don't have to propel yourself, which means you're just doing this to annoy me, young wench! And get off my lawn.), we went to warm up in the hot tub. We ended up sitting between this older couple (maybe late 60s?) and a young couple. The young guy was giving the girl a bit of a backrub, and it was pretty obvious that they were newly dating - they didn't have the ease of anyone who has actually seen the other one naked. I was tempted to tell her that backrubs are nice, but look for a guy who's going to be around to help you out of the hot tub when you're my age and don't fit into a bikini, or be willing to trudge around the channel pool, getting splashed by obnoxious children, just to try to get you healthy enough to stay around a few more years. That's a guy worth keeping.
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