I’m just about to drift off when a shadow crosses my path.
I open one eye to see what’s going on and the other one promptly pops open.
Hi there.
It’s a guy. A cute guy, my age, maybe seventeen. Standing between my recently pedicured feet and the pool. He’s wearing checkered black and gray bathing trunks, has cropped blond hair, and sexy sculpted arms.
Could he be the one?
With a smooth motion he dives into the water, leaving my side without even a splash to cool me down.
Where’s he going? Come back, Checker Boy, come back!
“Dive in,” Liz tells me, pushing herself up on her elbows.
“What?” I ask, slightly panicked.
“You like him, don’t you? He’s kind of yummy-looking, huh?”
“Ick. I don’t even know him!” I say.
“You like what you see, right?”
“I guess,” I say.
“Then dive in.”
I hesitate. What if when I dive in I swallow a couple hundred gallons of chlorinated water and then lose my bikini top?
“If you want someone, you have to go after him.”
“I know, but…”
Hailey looks up from her paper and eyes Checker Boy in the pool now doing laps. “He is cute, Kristin,” she says. “Go for it.”
Liz smiles at me as if to say, “See, even the girl we just met thinks you should.”
I sigh. She’s right. I know she’s right. Unlike me she knows what she’s doing. Unlike me she’s done this before. Many, many times.
But…I don’t want to look like an idiot. What if he blows me off? What if he has a girlfriend? What if he has a wife? What if he has children? Okay, he looks a little young to have a wife and children, but what if—
Liz sighs. “Kristin, watch how it’s done.” In a fluid motion she removes her sunglasses, wrap, and iPod and dives, rippleless, into the deep end.
She surfaces like a supermodel, hair glistening and shoulders pulled back to show off her oh-so-tiny bikini top. She is directly blocking Checker Boy’s path.
He swims right into her. He pulls his head back, treading water and coughing.