dancing with myself
WHO: Jim² and OPEN
WHAT: Jim explores the YMCA
WHEN: Day 43
WHERE: YMCA
NOTES: Open post, multiple threads and thread-jacking fine by me. Indicate where you find him. Feel free to assume he invited you, if you'd rather.
Jim wasn't familiar with the Young Men's Christian Association, where he was from, but a great big new building was obviously something to explore. And there didn't seem to be any reason to put it off just because there were two of him, now.
They walked up to the boxlike structure, thinking it looked like a warehouse of some kind, but with more windows. The lobby was deserted, but there were signs everywhere: Pool, Weight Room, Courts, Rooms. The full name was curious, Jim thought--weren't women allowed?
He checked out the weight rooms, testing the equipment--primitive, none of it electric, but it would do. He found dorm rooms. He found a basketball court, volleyball, racquetball, and all the equipment needed. Of course it smelled of old sweat and socks, but Jim was itching for some physical activity.
There was also a pool. Jim and James inhaled the chlorine smell, scanning the sign on the wall that forbid any type of clothing in the pool. Well. That was odd, they thought. But it wasn't the sign that had them shrugging out of their clothes and diving in--they didn't have swim trunks anyway, and besides, what was nicer than a nude swim?
"A nude swim with a girl?" Jim said.
"Guess you've only got me," James smirked back, splashing him and continuing on his way.
WHAT: Jim explores the YMCA
WHEN: Day 43
WHERE: YMCA
NOTES: Open post, multiple threads and thread-jacking fine by me. Indicate where you find him. Feel free to assume he invited you, if you'd rather.
Jim wasn't familiar with the Young Men's Christian Association, where he was from, but a great big new building was obviously something to explore. And there didn't seem to be any reason to put it off just because there were two of him, now.
They walked up to the boxlike structure, thinking it looked like a warehouse of some kind, but with more windows. The lobby was deserted, but there were signs everywhere: Pool, Weight Room, Courts, Rooms. The full name was curious, Jim thought--weren't women allowed?
He checked out the weight rooms, testing the equipment--primitive, none of it electric, but it would do. He found dorm rooms. He found a basketball court, volleyball, racquetball, and all the equipment needed. Of course it smelled of old sweat and socks, but Jim was itching for some physical activity.
There was also a pool. Jim and James inhaled the chlorine smell, scanning the sign on the wall that forbid any type of clothing in the pool. Well. That was odd, they thought. But it wasn't the sign that had them shrugging out of their clothes and diving in--they didn't have swim trunks anyway, and besides, what was nicer than a nude swim?
"A nude swim with a girl?" Jim said.
"Guess you've only got me," James smirked back, splashing him and continuing on his way.