This is what I get

Tonight, I went swimming for the first time all summer.
Why haven't I gone before today?
Well, I don't really have a good reason. Just a bunch of stupid excuses, reasons I was depriving my self of real enjoyment.

Today, I needed to get my butt off of the couch, away from my computer and homework, and just go be active. So I figured that swimming was an appropriate action to take.

It was wonderful. So freeing and invigorating. And cool (it was super hot today...)
Not quite as freeing as swinging though. There are other people in the pool.

Speaking of other people in the pool..... It wasn't my fault.

I had made sure the path was clear of people and oncoming water polo balls.
I figured that, as I started my backstroke, people would see me and get out of the way.
Or at the very least, yell to alert me of oncoming traffic.
But no. He was not so courteous.
Next thing I know, my hand strokes down his calf. Not just a light tap, but a sweeping motion. Several inches worth of skin.

a.w.k.w.a.r.d.

All I can say, is that I'm glad we didn't make eye contact afterward.
(And I'm ashamed that I didn't even see if he was cute or not.)