161: the man at the pool

men don't read women's blogs, right y'all?

i hope not cuz somebody out there might know who i'm talking about then i'll be busted.

any way... *sucking my teeth*

there's this guy i've been seeing at the pool fairly often in the past few weeks. he's teaching some folk round here to swim.

i've been going to the pool with baby bliss but not getting in. she plays and swims while i "work" on the shaded porch. (might that be called a "portico"? i'll have to look it up.)

we go to the pool at different times every time and we don't go every day so i'm not stalking the guy. we just happen to be there at the same times lately.

he has an interesting face and a beautiful body. he's tall and mostly slender, a very dark shade of burnished mahogany, and he's fit. not in an ugly over-muscled way. but in a comfortable, spoon-me-on-the-sofa kinda way. mmmmm... yummy.

we've exchanged smiles and greetings, spoken a few words about the weather in passing. and that's as far as it'll go.

despite the fact that mr. bliss and i are more like a roommates these days, there is no one else for me. by that i mean:

1. right now i don't want more than i have.
   
2. my life is full.
   
3. i don't have the energy or the inclination to do anything more than what i'm already doing: sneak peeks while i watch to be sure baby bliss isn't drowning.

besides, the guy wears this gigantic cross around his neck and y'all know what that means. '-)

but it's all good. the swimming instructor shall remain a delectable specimen of eye candy and possibly good fodder for a steamy short story or two.

c'est la vie...