Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Remember that one time when…Pool date

So I am slightly cheating today because this story isn’t really blast-from-the-past kinda story but it’s funny and I don’t have any other ideas right now.  Tomorrow is my last day of work for the week as I am taking Friday off to visit the Farmer.  So that means I am busy tonight packing up my things for the weekend.  I’m debating on whether I should pack my bike or my skis.  Maybe I will just take both?  It should be cold enough this weekend that artificial snow on the “mountain” will stay melted and yet the weather should be enough to have clear roads.
On to the story.
Remember that one time when…I got asked on a date while swimming laps in the pool.  Oh yeah, that happened.  The other day, like two weeks ago for reference, I wandered into my gym’s lap pool to complete some laps for cross-training.  It just so happened that at that particular time, all the lanes were occupied in the lap pool.  It seemed there was another dude waiting to get in the lap pool so I hopped the jacuzzi to occupy myself while I waited.  I wasn’t there one minute before a lane opened up.  The random dude asked if I wanted to share a lane with him.  Now let me say that I am always slightly leery of sharing lanes with people because I swear the lanes at my gym are exceptionally narrow.  If your lane sharing partner cannot swim in a straight line you are most likely in big trouble.  I just hope that the other person will get out of the pool soon so I can have my own lane.
But that night I didn’t feel like waiting anymore so I decided to take a risk and share the lane with this dude.  Big mistake!  Almost immediately upon entering the water this dude tried to strike up a conversation with me.  I was still busy putting my cap and goggles on so I politely answered his questions in his small talk.  Apparently he mistook that small talk for me being even slightly interested in conversing with him because in about 30 seconds he decided it would be a good time to ask me if I wanted to meet up with him outside the gym.  Um, no.  Never, ever, ever.  Again, I was polite and said no thanks and immediately took off for my warm-up swim to avoid any more potential strange and uncomfortable conversations. 
I wish the story ended there, but it doesn’t.  After I finished my warm-up I noticed the lane two slots over had opened up.  In relief, I swiftly switched lanes to avoid this creeper.  In my head I think I am in the free and clear and take off for my first swimming set.  Not even 500 yards later, I take a break and notice that the lane next to me has opened up and the creeper is moving into that lane.  Oh, this is just great.  I quickly take off on another set so he can’t talk to me.  But it turns out I can’t avoid him forever because the next time I take a breather at the wall, there he sits.  This time he decides it’s a good idea to ask if I want to meet up for lunch sometime.  I feel incredibly awkward at this point.  I definitely hate situations like this and sort of start fumbling over my words.  I end up just answering, “No, I don’t.”  I don’t want to explain that I have a boyfriend or that I am not interested, I just want this creeper to leave me the heck alone.  So I start swimming again. 
The next time I take a breather at the wall, there he is again.  Seriously, dude?   This time he makes some comment about how I am swimming for a long time and I just take off before he has a chance to say anything else.  He eventually got out of the pool and sauntered back over the jacuzzi, where I swear, he spent the rest of his time watching me.  Creepy. 
All I could think about was how exceptionally attractive I must have looked in my one-piece, cap and goggles that day.  Just kidding.  But really does 30 seconds of small talk really justify asking someone out to lunch?  I certainly don’t think so.
Have you ever been awkwardly asked out on a date?
Someone please make me feel better by sharing a story.
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