Wet, wetter, wettest…

After a crapacious day at work, I decided to go swimming rain or no bloody rain. I needed to swim some laps to relax. I got to the pool and no one was swimming. The attendant said to me "It’s raining.” I responded ‘yes it is’. He said “people don’t usually like to swim in the rain.” I pointed out I was a unique brand of person who pretty much did as they pleased. He said “well, as long as you know you’ll get wet.” Hmmm…well yes, it’s a pool. I love deep and meaningful conversations after work.

I don’t get it…

I’m pretty picky who I do the naked thing with so I don’t understand why you’d want to do this – but whatever floats your boat.



So, there you go…bums for miles.

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Budgie smugglers…

At the local pool, I like to swim breaststroke keeping my head out of the water - as I’m an incurable sticky-beak – and watch people and wonder. There’s lots of interesting things to see at the pool. People who act like they are Olympic swimmers, women who flaunt their perfect bodies to us less perfect but much smarter ones, the breed of people who wear swimming goggles in and out of the water and who look like giant bugs, the swim coach who yells at the kids to keep their ‘legs straight’ or he'll make ‘em do sit ups (wanker) and then there are budgie smugglers. I’m quite fascinated at the amount of men who wear budgie smugglers – Speedos – it amazes me. The thing is they’re scary. All that – manhood - love muscle as some flowery individuals like to call it - or cock and balls as we less flowery types would say - contained in one brief piece of lyrca. I find it mind boggling. I can’t see how that bit of fabric can support a penis and the accompanying equipment. Think of a bra – it keeps boobs from bouncing around and taking out an eye. It supports and controls. I don’t want to see a penis out of control at the pool. What was Mr Speedo thinking when he came up with the budgie smuggler? It gives me much pause for thought as I analyze, purely for scientific purposes, the men who walk by wearing them. One size does not really fit all in this case.

When I’m not contemplating Mr Speedo’s folly, I am swimming and thinking things like can a vampire go swimming? Is chlorine a natural aphrodisiac? Is it possible to have sex coming down the water slide? Should I try and beat the clock and swim really hard and fast or maybe just do several underwater handstands? It’s quite exhausting being me.

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Mermaiding it….

I went to the local pool this arvo to check it out. While I am still going to the gym in the mornings, I’ve had to cut seeing the lovely Hugh, my trainer, due to my hamstring. I pulled it ages ago and it refuses to heal and it’s affecting my knee as I am compensating for my hamstring. Such is life. Anyway, when I was on hols I swam a lot and that solved the leg problem – hence the push to be a mermaid. So after work off I went to the pool.

Someone once said of my swimming style ‘it’s not stylish but you’re a strong swimmer.’ Well, who needs style? So I swam and swam and swam. When I wasn’t doing laps I was doing something I always loved to do as a kid. Diving underwater and doing hand stands. May I never grow out of the urge to do that. Is there any fitness benefit for doing hand stands? Nah, but its fun.

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