There’s a woman who I see at the pool several times each week who is absolutely stunning. I’m not going to describe her other than to say she once graced me with a big smile when we shared a lane that made my heart skip a beat. I’m not ashamed to say that I look forward to seeing her even though I suspect she doesn’t notice whether I am even there.
Like me, she’s a focused swimmer. She swims her laps and then disappears with no dilly dallying so we have never had a conversation. Which is fine. It’s kind of awkward for me to initiate a conversation with a beautiful woman in a bathing suit.
The other thing I noticed about her is that she wears a surprisingly demure suit. Most women her age and attractiveness wear suits that are quite revealing. There’s a trend of less suit and more skin – even among serious lap swimmers.
After seeing her for months, I wondered, “Does she even realize how gorgeous she is?“
(Note: I spend an hour a day swimming laps. I see all the other swimmers, the lifeguards, the walls, the waves and anything going on around me. Staring at the black stripe at the bottom of the pool gets monotonous.)
This weekend, as I was leaving the parking lot I saw a tall, lithe woman walking through the park. She was obviously either cooling down after a run or fast paced walk. She had on a crop top tank top and skin tight shorts. She was stunning. I almost crashed my car.
It was her – Ms. Demure.
And I had my answer.
Of course she knows how gorgeous she is. Nobody would dress that way who didn’t.
Duh.