3strokes
June 10th, 2007, 07:01 PM
Yesterday, Saturday 09th of June 2007..... A day to remember (in the annals of my swimming history, so far anyway).
11:30 to 12: 30, in my usual lane, the fast lane of my public swimming pool whose four "lane- swimming-sessions" lanes are leisure = anything goes, medium, medium fast and fast (in order of "increasing" speed), four or five swimmers ranging from water buffalo to, Oh! maybe 1'45" for a 50m free (apart from me), then at 12:30 everybody leaves and I'm all alone in the lane. What good deeds must I have done for Heaven to treat me to this .....---hold your horses. Don't be too impatient.--- "treat"!
A beautiful, young lady comes out of the ladies room, approaches me as I'm taking a breather (and takes my breath away while doing so) and asks, "May I join you in your lane?" I stammer "S-shure. Of ocooourse. No Brobplem. Blease doo." She gets in and then tells me, "If at any time you feel I'm too slow for you or you're too fast, I'll move over" and pushes off.
As I observe her (no ogling, my eyesight is too poor), I notice she's about half my regular speed, (less than half my age and more than 317 times as pretty, so there was no way I would ask her to move over). Two laps later, I signal her under the water to STOP. I must (and do) tell her the following. "Just before I leave ....... my workout's done for the day......... I had to tell you this. In five years that I've been swimming in this pool, you're the first person of any gender, age or swimming ability who has ever had the good manners to look at who was already swimming in the lane for a couple of lengths, to ask before getting in and to offer moving over in case.............." We did exchange a few words afterwards. Nothing more to it although she did wave (like a grand-daughter should) as I nimbly jumped out of the pool, sucked my twelve-pack in and tripped on some droplets of water on the pool-deck on my way to pick up my (yes, it did turn out to be "my") gym bag.
At long last, I got to experience -firsthand- a young lady (I would say mid-twenties if pressed - pressed me, not her) whose parents brought her up right. A miracle in this 21st Century.
Do I need to add, that she did NOT show up today, Sunday.............:sad:?
(But I know -she told me- where she swims, regularly).
11:30 to 12: 30, in my usual lane, the fast lane of my public swimming pool whose four "lane- swimming-sessions" lanes are leisure = anything goes, medium, medium fast and fast (in order of "increasing" speed), four or five swimmers ranging from water buffalo to, Oh! maybe 1'45" for a 50m free (apart from me), then at 12:30 everybody leaves and I'm all alone in the lane. What good deeds must I have done for Heaven to treat me to this .....---hold your horses. Don't be too impatient.--- "treat"!
A beautiful, young lady comes out of the ladies room, approaches me as I'm taking a breather (and takes my breath away while doing so) and asks, "May I join you in your lane?" I stammer "S-shure. Of ocooourse. No Brobplem. Blease doo." She gets in and then tells me, "If at any time you feel I'm too slow for you or you're too fast, I'll move over" and pushes off.
As I observe her (no ogling, my eyesight is too poor), I notice she's about half my regular speed, (less than half my age and more than 317 times as pretty, so there was no way I would ask her to move over). Two laps later, I signal her under the water to STOP. I must (and do) tell her the following. "Just before I leave ....... my workout's done for the day......... I had to tell you this. In five years that I've been swimming in this pool, you're the first person of any gender, age or swimming ability who has ever had the good manners to look at who was already swimming in the lane for a couple of lengths, to ask before getting in and to offer moving over in case.............." We did exchange a few words afterwards. Nothing more to it although she did wave (like a grand-daughter should) as I nimbly jumped out of the pool, sucked my twelve-pack in and tripped on some droplets of water on the pool-deck on my way to pick up my (yes, it did turn out to be "my") gym bag.
At long last, I got to experience -firsthand- a young lady (I would say mid-twenties if pressed - pressed me, not her) whose parents brought her up right. A miracle in this 21st Century.
Do I need to add, that she did NOT show up today, Sunday.............:sad:?
(But I know -she told me- where she swims, regularly).