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Divorced and independent and still looking for Mr. Right in the back of the fridge.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Does This Spandex come in an Extra Large?

I have stopped obsessing about men. Now I can concentrate on getting into physical shape.(I'll make 'em really sorry they didn't stick around... )

Unfortunately, clubs for getting into shape are the domain of those in shape already; the playgroud of glistening ab'd men that work out in front of mirrors, and perky women in spandex.

And then I walk in. With my trusty sweatpants and long t-shirt (please let this be the t-shirt without the stains on it, I whisper to myself). 

I come straight from work, after a 9 or 10 hour day to do my laps, maybe test the treadmill, maybe join the yoga class and last but not least, to meet people.

I thought it might be a nice place to meet men. But how do you start up a conversation with a guy at a pool? "Hi... I really like your speedo."

All of that said and done, I'm really glad I joined this pool. The other place I was going to started feeling like a lot of Muscovites vacationing on the Black Sea.  

All I really wanted was to join a pool, but I went the whole route and joined a country club.

I'm glad I did.

And I'll talk to the men after they change out of their Speedos and into something less distracting.


  1. "Hey -- I'm up here."

  2. A very timely post. I've just realized that the summer is here already and this year, with a 2 1/2yo, I can't get out of going into the water. And we've been invited to Netanya for a few days next week - I don't even own a costume (swimming that is, not Purim). Shopping on Sunday - Aaargh.

  3. Get yourself a bathing suit (as we call them in the colonies!) and have fun

  4. I actually have a pool in my backyard along with the waterfall, so for once in my life I can swim without being watched and nobody cares what I look like in my bathsuit (except me)