you are sooo staring at my boobs

so far my days consist of swimming, swimming class, nba finals (go cavs!), talking on the phone to you (LOL), twittering and writing reviews.

i learned to swim when i was younger but it took wave jumping in the atlantic for me to realize i must have forgotten how to swim and that i should take lessons.

so, my class is almost over (for which i will be sad) but i’ve taken to a regular conversation before lessons with a young kid who is actually pretty cool. usually we have a brief chat while slowly getting into the pool and trying to adjust to the cold water before spending the next hour or so trying out strokes, techniques, etc. per our instructors.

one day we were discussing cape cod and this little kid would not stop staring at my boobies. he sooo couldn’t stop. i can’t say that i minded it at all…but was fascinated by the idea that he couldn’t help himself. and not to be too informative, i’m quite unremarkable. i’m no pam anderson or dolly parton…and i have no problem with that.

dude was fixated and i find it…interesting. i mean, i know men…but was wondering the last time i was THAT transfixed with anything.