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July 11, 2008

Cute Lifeguard

The other day I took my daughter to swimming lessons for the first time since this session started. Because I work so much, my mother has taken over more than half of the childcare responsibilities. That totally bums me out but that is another topic for another post. Anywhoo, thank goodness I showered prior to taking her to swim because the cutest lifeguard or swim coordinator guy was on duty that day. I’ve seen him more than a few times over the past couple of years at the Y and he is, by far, the cutest employee working there.

I was more than showered actually, I was almost dolled up. I was glowing from some due diligence in the baby making efforts that morning. Yes, that morning! That’s the best time, it really sets the tone for the rest of the day. I was on cloud nine all day and my attitude and confidence was soaring. He must have picked up on that or something because he came and sat quite close to me on the bleachers. Then he started making some noises that I could tell were an effort to instigate a conversation. So I started it.

We were talking and talking and every time he got pulled away to do a part of his job he would come right back as though he didn’t want to stop (he had ample opportunities to bail.) I really felt like he was flirting with me and I loved it.

Of course, in my self-deprecating ways, I always manage to tie into conversation my awareness of my weight. This happens so automatically that it has been one of the most difficult habits to break. A couple of the topics we talked about were my triathlon training and local places to eat and I blamed the best pizza place in town for my weight plateau in spite of all the exercise I’ve been doing. In a joking way of course, but I’m such a dork! He was very cute in his response and seemed genuine about it. He said, “You shouldn’t worry about the weight thing and just be happy working out and getting stronger”.

I really think he was trying to let me know he thought I looked fine. And he was super cute and he was flirting with me, I know it. I really don’t stress about my weight as much as I used to. I’m not in the market to really pick up guys so it’s not so vital (even then I’d be my worst critic) and my husband loves me as I am.

It was a fun day.

Posted by hopeful @ July 11, 2008 1:33 PM

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