It’s been a while since I’ve last written, or at least published posts I’d started. So just a quick recap.
Since my switch to a new pool after being unceremoniously told that my suit shows “too much at the back,” whilst doing a demure and muted hand gesture towards the person’s own back, I’ve gone past not exactly feeling thrilled about being able to wear thong suits to being apprehensive, dejected and leaned back towards wearing rio swim briefs.
Now it’s a rock and a hard place where wearing swim thongs doesn’t feel like any sense of freedom nor enjoyment from wearing it, but not being able to makes it feel like a huge loss. And wearing rios is very unfulfilling and dull, which isn’t alleviated by being able to wear thong swimsuits.
Whatever “devil may care” and brazen, bold all conquering spirit for wearing thongs is gone. And let me tell you that in the absence of that it can be quite jittery and awkward at best and not the pure bliss of looking and feeling amazing like one should.
So with that, I’ve relegated thong suits to early morning sessions when there’s less chance of the usual facility jamming yokels and their depressing “swimsuit” choices and mopey, glaring gazes. Also no children which is always a plus. It’s odd as I’d been going to the other more open during various times and there were children and being able to set a good example felt empowering. So hopefully somewhere down the line, more men would pull away from the ridiculous sacks worn during swimming.
Today however I chose to get a bit later time, mostly due to being down in the dumps and not having the desire nor motivation to go early in the morning. I decided to do some exposure therapy, pun not intended, and just decided to go with my buffedbod custom thong. The main reason I even went was mostly because I need the exercise and get into shape.
Pool looked empty but on leaving the changing area, there was a woman wrapped up in a dressing gown (possibly the hotel resident) and later on what appeared to be her wee one coming out of the Jacuzzi. I barely noticed them coming out as I was just jittery and out of sorts and just gazed into the pool and past, I suppose whatever unassuming and uninteresting lump of a human shape I whizzed past.
I got into a quiet part of the pool and started warming laps where it was just a girl. And just then, someone comes and enters the pool from the other side even though they could see it was somewhat full. So I head over to the lane where it was just one guy and went through a bit of lap work. After which I get out and head into the sauna.
There was someone in there and quite nicely had sandals on while sitting at the top and stepping on the bottom seats with their sandals. Lovely. After a while they leave and I started stretching while the girl comes on from the pool. I finished stretching and decided to head out to cool down and sit right outside the sauna. After a short while the guy sitting inside seems to be heading into the sauna and walks past me and muttered something to the effect of “Just so you know, it’s uncomfortable mate.”
Just so you know, it’s uncomfortable mate…
My feet somewhat catch him on the way in and I apologize but otherwise didn’t say anything to the troglodyte. Nor did I want to. I was there to exercise and relax and get away from my thoughts, albeit in a mopey state about something I can’t even enjoy, and wasn’t interested in conversation, let along unwarranted and semi harassing tones.
I didn’t respond, nor did I leave and just went to the changing room to fill up my water bottle and headed back into the sauna. Not sure if Mr pointless was in there or left. But either way spent some more time in the sauna and then sat out to cool and headed back into the changing area to shower and get changed and go.
During the time at the shower I think Mr. Can’t keep it to himself was there and was also right behind my changing area as that’s where the mirrors and hair dryers are (I’ll be writing about the layout of the changing area and the pool area as well soon enough in another post, as it is somewhat non-conducive to lounging or being by yourself). Anyway it was an interesting turn of events. Right on the day I decided to stick to thonging.
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