The purrrrrfect place to swim....

Our coming and going generally pass, but we manage to belly up to the bar for at least one meal a day.  We chatter about our days, how we are feeling, what to eat for breakfast.  

 He is staying here for a couple of months and, like many of the pro ball players, is staying at the ritzy digs a couple of miles from my hotel.  They sport a 25 meter indoor pool that’s the best in town.  Or any surrounding town, for that matter.    I was told to check in with him if I wanted to have pool privileges.  Actually, I was told to “hook up with” him.  Now I have made the mistake of using that term with people much younger than me, and it’s is usually met with a roll of the eyes or a backwards step.  I would simply state my case and ask nicely.  He’s a nice boy…

So imagine my surprise when I said “Hey T, I hear you guys have a 25m pool at your place” and he responded with “We do?  Why don’t I just give you the spare key to my place and you can come over and use it whenever you want”.   What I wanted to say was…

“Are you kidding?  That was waaaaayyyyy to easy!  Don’t be giving your keys away to just any woman who says a few nice things to you!!  Helloooo…are you watching The Fall Of Tiger Woods on the news right now?  There are going to be women e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e you go from now on.  And they come in all shapes and sizes and ages.  And professional athletes on the road all seem to lose their freakin’ minds!  This was merely a test…you failed…you need remedial work in this area…”

But what I DID was gently snatch the key and plan out another week of swim practices.  Welcome to Cougar Pool.  It don’t get no better than this.