My Lesbian Crush and the Pool...
I am not a Lesbian. I have a Lesbian crush on a possible Transgender person. What do I do? I found her interesting to observe...yellow blond hair...blue eyes...pixie features mark her six foot stature as Scandinavian. All the other Mom's love "Thor" with his over six foot muscle bound physique blond hair and dashing looks. I admit he is a beautiful man, then we chatted one day. His personality is just like my Ex-husband's! How is this possible? He's "Thor." Then his sister shows up. She's interesting to observe, sporty & boyish, I like her instantly. I never see anyone else when she's around. She mentions her husband. I forgot to notice him. When I finally do his face puzzles me. She's married one of my cousins! My next younger "little" cousin who shot up to 6 foot 5 unexpectedly. I smile politely hoping he'll go away soon. The conversation was just getting interesting. I don't find people I enjoy chatting with very often. That was the day I decided she was my Lesbian crush...we chatted until we both lost track of time. I'm not a Lesbian. Is it possible we're friends? I don't know. She reminds me of someone?
I ponder this for a few weeks...huh...she looks a touch like my current spouse but pretty with a nice complexion and different face. He's a bit taller but there eyes both tilt up and twinkle blue with humor. She disappears for weeks at a time but she's back for now. I feel happier.
The pool is opening. Is it open yet? Oh yes, we met at the pool! I had forgotten that. It was after I tore a ligament in my knee and could not keep the weight off. I could not run, so I swam. I hate swimming. It is always super tough in the first 10 minutes then something happens. You look up and an hour has passed. The first time this happened to me, I took a single step out of the pool and almost collapsed. I treated swimming like running mostly just using my legs. It's easier than running because it's cool and there is no gravity. My record is an hour and 45 min two summers ago. I swam long enough to think I could swim across our vacation lake. But the water is dark and cold and I got scared even with the Husband willing to canoe beside me. We went back last summer. I decided to swim across the lake with a life vest on 1st. We got there and the lake was being drained. I was like "that explains why the vacation rentals are so cheap!" It's to the beach after that...I watch a couple of young marines dive into a tough high cold wave break. "I can do that" I think. But memory of being caught in a surfers wave and knocked off my feet keep me cautious. Small lungs were the bane of my track career. I could sprint as fast as the boys sometimes but could not breathe. The sprint was as long as I could hold my breathe. I'll stick with the pool and the calm lake for now. In my memory a Bald Eagle rests on a branch just a simple swim across the lake...
I ponder this for a few weeks...huh...she looks a touch like my current spouse but pretty with a nice complexion and different face. He's a bit taller but there eyes both tilt up and twinkle blue with humor. She disappears for weeks at a time but she's back for now. I feel happier.
The pool is opening. Is it open yet? Oh yes, we met at the pool! I had forgotten that. It was after I tore a ligament in my knee and could not keep the weight off. I could not run, so I swam. I hate swimming. It is always super tough in the first 10 minutes then something happens. You look up and an hour has passed. The first time this happened to me, I took a single step out of the pool and almost collapsed. I treated swimming like running mostly just using my legs. It's easier than running because it's cool and there is no gravity. My record is an hour and 45 min two summers ago. I swam long enough to think I could swim across our vacation lake. But the water is dark and cold and I got scared even with the Husband willing to canoe beside me. We went back last summer. I decided to swim across the lake with a life vest on 1st. We got there and the lake was being drained. I was like "that explains why the vacation rentals are so cheap!" It's to the beach after that...I watch a couple of young marines dive into a tough high cold wave break. "I can do that" I think. But memory of being caught in a surfers wave and knocked off my feet keep me cautious. Small lungs were the bane of my track career. I could sprint as fast as the boys sometimes but could not breathe. The sprint was as long as I could hold my breathe. I'll stick with the pool and the calm lake for now. In my memory a Bald Eagle rests on a branch just a simple swim across the lake...