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puckandpie) wrote2016-02-20 12:12 am
puckandpie) wrote2016-02-20 12:12 am
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swimming lessons [dated to 2/18]
To be honest, I can't remember the last time I swam in an actual pool. I went to the beach here in Darrow before the end of summer, determined to enjoy the last dredges of the season and the proximity to the ocean (or maybe lake -- I suppose none of us really knows for sure) while I still could. But I'd really spent more time on my towel reading through my massive cookbook than really venturing out into the water.
I think my last time in a pool was back in Madison, which now feels like forever ago and, well. I'm a little nervous.
But this was my idea and I'm not about to punk out when it means getting Jack outside his apartment and into DIA where, hopefully, he won't be too upset about finding an ice rink all open and available for use.
Also, the view is pretty nice.
The sounds of laughing and shrieking children bounce off the walls as I finally tear my gaze away from the sight of Jack's butt in those amazingly small shorts long enough to hang my towel off a nearby rack.
"Alright, you Olympian-trained bigshot," I say, ignoring how small and considerably less built I feel next to him. I dip the toes of my right foot in the water and smile as I fiddle with the pair of goggles I'd bought specifically for this outing, slipping them on over my head. "How do we start this? Do I just jump in and paddle for awhile or what? Do you have any good captainly advice to start me off?"
I think my last time in a pool was back in Madison, which now feels like forever ago and, well. I'm a little nervous.
But this was my idea and I'm not about to punk out when it means getting Jack outside his apartment and into DIA where, hopefully, he won't be too upset about finding an ice rink all open and available for use.
Also, the view is pretty nice.
The sounds of laughing and shrieking children bounce off the walls as I finally tear my gaze away from the sight of Jack's butt in those amazingly small shorts long enough to hang my towel off a nearby rack.
"Alright, you Olympian-trained bigshot," I say, ignoring how small and considerably less built I feel next to him. I dip the toes of my right foot in the water and smile as I fiddle with the pair of goggles I'd bought specifically for this outing, slipping them on over my head. "How do we start this? Do I just jump in and paddle for awhile or what? Do you have any good captainly advice to start me off?"