I went swimming. Something I do about 10 times in one decade. I have a serious case of hydrophobia, it is very serious, extremely serious, very very serious. I hope you now get the point. I fear especially large pools of cold water. Despite my fear, I do shower everyday...just in case you were wondering. I went swimming at this hotel in my hometown. When I got to the hotel, I saw so many people that I used to know from somewhere. I studied with some when I was in primary school. I went to the same Sunday school with others. I was a pretty awesome Sunday school baby. It was awesome seeing them again and knowing that they were fine. I'm unfortunately not so good with names. Why do I remember names of people who don't remember me then I don't remember names of people who actually remember me.
I wanted to run away. There was at least one person I remembered at every corner. As I got into the pool area, I was praying hard that only one or even none remembers me. I was trying so hard to avoid walking around the pool saying hi to long lost people. I was dressed in very bright colors and didn't want to attract any attention.
Since the changing room was closest to me, I got inside and started looking at myself in the mirror. I had a tough decision to make ....should I get out or just stay inside here till everyone I remember goes away.
Sometimes when I am alone, I make faces or even talk to myself. This particular day, I was doing both. I was rehearsing how the conversation might go with each person that I remembered especially if we had nothing in common. I especially wanted to make sure that I say nothing that will make them know that I can't remember their names.
"Hey, wassup:-)"
"Good afternoon."
"How are you doing?"
"You look familiar, do you remember me from somewhere?"
"Hey I remember you from primary school."
"Hey sexy, you have grown so hot:-)"
"You look so different from the last time I saw you."
"I know you ...your voice didn't sound like that back then:-)"
"Omg....you are still so short, I should get you fertilizer:-)"
"Do you remember hitting on me back then?"
This was becoming interesting. I thought those were pretty cool conversation starters. I came to realise later that some of them would have just landed me a blow on my nose. I couldn't imagine walking around with a bulbous nose. As I was still practising my hot starter lines, I got the courage to strip and get into my costume.
Just when I was almost stack naked, I heard him say, "you know, I've always liked you you since back then."
What did I just hear? Am I dreaming? I just heard a man's voice or was it a boy......maybe lady man is here!! What is he doing in a lady's changing room? Oh my goodness, I'm naked, almost stack naked. Should I cover my face of my punani? A stranger just saw my stuff :-( Omg, I am gonna collapse. Somebody call an ambulance. Get a hot doctor to give me CPR. I wish I had magic.
I breathed in and out, in and out, in and out. "Wait there" I pulled up my trousers up, fastened my belt, fastened my bra, walked up to him and held his balls. "Do you want me to pinch these lovely babies with my lovely long nails?" At least I didn't have to tell him to get out. He was already hot on his heels. He had an ass...lol. To everyone, lemme know if you want your balls pinched :-)
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