Perhaps it would be more accurate to entitle this entry heartbreak. Six weeks ago, I met the love of my life. We have been attending daily swim lessons together and becoming better friends by the minute. We were so perfect together that the swim school created special classes so it would just be us two and the teacher. This was done also, in part, because we are superstars and they didn't want us swimming with the big kids who normally enroll at this level.
I knew it was true love because she swims as masterfully as I do. We both wanted to have children . . . but not until after we were doctors. Then she decided that she doesn't want to be a mother because it is too much work so I suppose I can raise our babies. I forgot to tell her that I had long ago decided to name my offspring Helen and Jasper. I should say that we both wanted to be doctors until we saw how fun it could be to teach swimming. Maybe we can drop our lofty ambitions to open a swim school. Then I met her dad and he wholeheartedly approves of me and he has convinced me to be an engineer. So many options.
Sadly, she is moving away this week. We will become penpals and NOT by e-mail or anything insincere like that; we will be real penpals and exchange old-fashioned love letters. Someday I will marry this girl.
The good news is that she and I can both swim 80 feet of freestyle and competitive backstroke. And now I am on a well-deserved hiatus from training.
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