Teenagers can be critical.
I was doing sets of curls, push jerks, dips and 5000m of rowing(I have an x-ray apt for next Saturday on the ankle). I felt tired, good and pink faced when I was finished.
I went to the changing room. My locker is at the back of the room and around the corner from a mirror. I was walking towards it when I noticed a girl blow drying her hair.
YOu couldn't help but notice her. She was beautiful in the same way swans are beautiful.
She was about 6 feet tall, slender- not even an extra fold of skin as far as I could see, damn her. She had long almost waist length hair rich brown hair and golden skin, she looked part Asian. She was blow drying her hair. She wore a red bra, slim fit jeans and high heeled sandals, nothing else.
She was absolutely beautiful. Just one of those stunningly perfect freaks of nature.
I reached my locker and started getting out of my sweaty clothing. As I was getting changed I noticed two young ones sitting half swaddled in towels on the bench to my right. They wore swimming costumes and were yacking away, but every now and again on of them would check out the girl drying her hair, on the sly of course. Sly like a hippo in a tutu is sly.
The hair dryer stopped and the beautiful girl walked away.
That was when I heard...
'Did you see the state of her feet?"
'Jesus they were manky.'
They flip-flopped past me and made their way to the pool. Short, pale, big thighed but heads held high.
I wrapped a towel around me and headed for the showers. The stunner was in the second aisle, closing her locker door.
I couldn't help it. I glanced down.
She did have horrible feet.
I love teenagers sometimes.
Labels: a close inspection.