Forgot about this thread... I shall tell a story that occured to me today (well, technically, yesterday):
At around 2:30 PM, I changed into my swimsuit, gathered stuff in a bag, hopped onto my bike, and headed to the public pool (because I don't have one myself, and none of my friends are inviting me to theirs). 20-25 minutes of pedaling later, and I am there. I put the bike in one of the bike spots, locked it, and took my bag and headed over to the admission hut, where I paid and got in. I put my bag (containing a towel, my wallet, my iPod, and my glasses case) on a bench, took off my glasses, freed my hair of its ponytail, removed my shirt, and sprayed sunscreen all over myself. Without hesitation, I hopped into the pool, but kept close watch of my bag, fearing someone would steal it.
The pool was relaxing, and, save one previous unpleasant experience, my first swimming experience of the summer. Unfortunately, two girls, around the age of 14 or 15, saw me and decided to talk to me.
"TWO girls, Vid? Lucky guy."
Right. k.
Anyway, they said "hi" to me. Not finding anything wrong with it, I wave back.
"What's your name?"
"Michael."
"Hi, Michael."
"Hi."
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes."
Note as they are talking to me, I'm continuing to look at my bag, checking to see if it hasn't been stolen yet. That, and I was trying to show the girls I really wasn't interested in chatting with them. Starting to feel this was futile, I quickly give up and continue swimming around, floating on the surface of the water, going underneath and going limp, waiting for my body to return to the surface, and other things I like doing in the pool.
"I like your hair."
"Thanks."
"Who does your hair?"
"I do." (Well, all I do is shampoo and condition it every night)
"Could you do my hair?"
"No."
"Why is your hair long?"
"Because I want it long."
"Why?"
"Because I like it that way."
"It makes you look kind of like a girl though."
"k"
"But you aren't a girl."
"You're right, I'm not."
After these conversations with my mostly one-worded replies, I start to mumble to myself: "Ugh, stop talking to me. I didn't come here to talk. I came here to enjoy myself. Geez."
Oh, and I'm still eying my bag.
One of the girls then pointed to a fat balding man in the pool.
"Is that your father?"
"No."
"Where's your father, then?"
"Not here. I came here alone."
"You drove here?"
"Yes." (I don't feel like being honest with these girls anymore.)
"What do you drive?"
"A van." (This is technically true now, but I didn't take it with me to the pool, because I still lack a license.)
These pointless conversations continued, and most of it is worthless, nothing I deem important enough to recreate here, but at one point one of the girls talked about her brother, who apparently thought I was hot, which was the reason why the whole chat sparked in the first place. Finally, I decided to get out of the pool and dry off on the bench where my bag was for awhile, and waited for the two girls to leave themselves. Eventually, they left with a guy who I am assuming was said brother of one of the girls.
I thought over the reasons why they decided to talk to me:
1. They thought I was attractive (Eh, probably not.)
2. They thought I was ugly (Hm, probably...)
3. They wanted to bother me (Also very possible.)
I opted for the latter two options, I then went back into the pool for a little while longer, came back out, and left at around 4:45.
I don't really expect any of you to find this story funny, but I felt like sharing it anyway.
