My husband.
Swimming at the gym is like our new date night. Drop the kids off at childwatch for an hour and then swim, side by side, in lycra. Sexy, right?
I imagine all the other crazy swimmers thinking "What is that super-fast, hairless, professional swimmer doing talking to that slow (non-svelte) chick? Oh wait, I bet she's taking swimming lessons from him. Did she just pat his butt? Maybe she's trying to get a discount. Good luck, lady. He's way out of your league. I wonder if he would be interested in coaching me? I'll have to ask him for his card...."
Sorry crazy swimming people with the underwater mp3 players. He's all mine.
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