It was a friendly nod. At first. Then you see each other again and then there were words exchanged. Insignificant chit chat.
her: Hot weather, eh?
me: yeh. (makes crummy face)
her: Damn, I forgot banana boat.
me: I have some. You want?
After applying on herself, she returns the lotion to me.
It didn't strike me as strange that she was still standing about - I was busy applying the sunblock on myself.
her: Need help?
me: huh? oh,,, No. Thanks but no.
her: ok. (still lurking about)
me: (looked up) erm, well i'm going in. See you abt.
her: you come here often?
me: No, not really. It's my 2nd visit.
her: You always come around this time?
me: *shrugs* depends on whether I can get away.
A string of questions ensued.
I was as brief as I could.
I only had an hour's break and I intend to swim it away.
However, the conversation prompted me to look. I never noticed this before but there were a number of butches and gays scattered about.
haha. Is this a swimming pool?
4 comments:
she passes on the pool pickup.... was she not attractive? we men dream of the woman who needs to be rubbed with bananaboat... truly fantasy fare...
I think I saw that fantasy in eros. ooh la la! :)
It wasn't that she wasn't attractive.
I wasn't looking.
There wasn't chemistry.
I was tired.
Can somebody hit me on the head!
I hate that... thinking...I shoulda...why didn't I ask her that....why didn't I tell her this... damn...
I was not that good in chemisrty...
*hits you on the head*
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