Sam and I have been taking swimming lessons for almost a month now at our local Y. He is really getting into it. Just yesterday I had to hold him on my lap to keep him from climbing into the pool while we waited for the ExerSwim class to end. You don't mess with the ladies in the ExerSwim class. This is a huge change from the earlier weeks when he would cling to my neck for dear life. Now he'll float on his back with my hands beneath him, he'll jump in from a seated position on the wall and he'll swim on his belly with my hands supporting him. He looks forward to swim day so much it's hard not to get excited on Tuesday mornings.
However, I get excited for a slightly different reason.
Sam's swim teacher, Mr. Tyler, is A-dorable. I've always had A Thing for swimmers, hockey players and geeks. And any combination of the three drives me absolutely bonkers with lust. Mr. Tyler is a lovely blend of swimmer and geek, from what I can deduce. He makes up all sorts of delightful songs for the kids, like 'If you're happy in the water splash your hands.' Plus, he bears more than a passing resemblance to a boyfriend I had in 10th grade who was also a YMCA swim instructor and life guard. And also dreamy. The best part is that he has no idea he has this effect on me, making said effect even stronger.
But given that the name Tyler didn't even appear on the 'top 100 names' list until the 80's, I think it's safe to say that Mr. Tyler is a wee bit young for me. He's at least out of high school since he teaches our class on Tuesdays at 10am, but I doubt he's done with college.
Now, we've all had innocent crushes. This is not the kind of thing where I plan on having a clandestine love affair with the Y pool boy. But for some reason I feel a little dirty. Maybe it's the age thing. Although I honestly doubt I'm more than 10 years older than him, so it's really not that bad. I guess it's the difference in relative age. Even a minor age difference seems major when one party has two kids and a mortgage. I feel like a cougar simply because I'm there with my toddler.
So I'll try and get over my crush on Mr. Tyler. That way my motivation to jump in the pool won't be to wash away the skanky feeling I get when I see him, but instead to help teach my son to swim.
Except maybe for those nights when SOB is on call...
4 comments:
swimmers are yummy though, you're right on that.
Oh, I am sooooo going to sign up for swimming lessons this spring now. For LG, of course. Yeah, that's it. Of course, with my luck he'll get a 50+ old man in a what-the-hell-were-you-thinking Speedo knockoff for his instructor.
this past summer, at camp there was this ADORABLE guy who was a counselor...i totally had a mini crush on him and told sage that i would leave him in about 10 years or so... then i realized that i was the older-pregnant-married-lady at work and he was all of 18...then i said "ha-rumph!"
23 year old son of a friend visiting from Canada. The friend and I (both 40+ at the time)were literally racing each other to sit next to him in the car. He must have been aware, I mean you could FEEL the gale from our eyelashes....*sigh* he was kind enough to keep in email contact for some time. We were so pathetic :-)
Enjoy!!
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