…while my mom, sister and I were visiting her parents in Massachusetts, my mom decided it was time we learned how to swim. (I was comfortable in and around water, but I didn't know how to swim, which was apparently not good enough for any of the adult parties involved in this decision.)
The dashing gentlemen standing between us was Chad, our instructor.
There is a reason I'm covering my crotch with my hands. I wanted Chad in the worst way, even if at that point in my life I didn't know how. I can't tell you the number many times I'd come home from one of our lessons to shower off the remnants of Laurel Lake adhering to my skin, soap up and shoot a huge load down the drain after thinking about the guy.
("Oh gurl…those socks with that shirt? Were you high?")
We have all been through the stage of poor wardrobe decisions…..some are still making mistakes.