The pool is quiet, just Dirtsister and an older lady in the water. She’s paddling around and introduces herself.
Trixie* has a problem and wants to know if I have time to let her “bounce it off”.
Dirtsister announces she’s ready to get out…..just had a feeling about this one.
“Oh. That’s ok, never mind.” and then launches into her therapy session.
The doctor is in.
Trixie is 68, widowed three years and has recently gotten back into the game. Dating game that is. She meets her men on the internet. Today’s dilemma is regarding a rendezvous she has scheduled with a truck driver. Red flags. He’s vague about his background, she feels uncomfortable. Should she or shouldn’t she?
She answers her own question. No.
She usually dates younger men, and suspects they are looking for an older woman with money. Trixie lives on social security.
Married for 46 years, she tells me she didn’t have sex for the last 14 years of her marriage due to her husband’s illness.
But now- look out! Trixie’s got her game on. She’s gettin’ busy with it and making up for lost time. Miss Trixie began THE most graphic description of her sexcapades. Her techniques, likes and dislikes, and her most embarrassing moments.
She’s been invited by the county health department to speak to seniors regarding safe sex.
This session took place in a span of about 15 minutes with a complete stranger confiding very personal private matters.
Dirtsister began making her exit. Always glad to help.
Signs spotted at the pool:
No Public Displays of Affection.
Please do not spit in the pool.
Today’s WWII propoganda poster seems fitting:
Today’s tip for better living: Get Wet.
*Names have been changed to protect the not-so innocent.
