Discretion? Hmm, not here.

I am a born and bred New Englander. That means that I have the strict morals of the Puritans. Synonyms of puritanical are prim, prissy, prudish and square toed (huh, never heard that one before)*. Keep this in mind before you read my story.....

B recently changed pools for her swim lessons just to see if she liked one pool/gym better than the other. We have gone 2xs to the new place. The ladies locker room is lovely. Very nicely decorated, couches, tv, big hot tub, steam room, sauna, big showers... you get the picture. Last night, K, decided that she was going to come sit in the hot tub while B was swimming away in the pool. I gave her the heads up that this was a very naked locker room. I don't think she believed me.

So I get B set up in the pool and come back to the locker room. K is not undressed yet. A woman walked over the hot tub in a bathing suit and gets in. K decides that she does not want to get in with said woman. She decides to go for the steam room. As she is in the steam room, another woman comes into the locker room and starts undressing while talking to hot tub woman. What I could gather was that they were both teachers in their late 40s/early 50s. Not supermodels by anyone's standpoint.

K comes out of the steam room with her eyes bugging out of her head. I cannot see the hot tub from my vantage point, but peer around the wall to get a visual on the 2 women, who's conversation I can clearly hear. They are both butt naked. This means that the first woman who got into the hot tub with her bathing suit on, actually took it off while in the hot tub.

Um, ewwww!

Is it just me or is being naked in a public hot tub gross? Maybe the problem is that I am so NOT comfortable in my own skin that to stand around a locker room carrying on a conversation while naked would be something of a nightmare to me.

Listening to the girls relaying the story to my mom on the phone the minute we left the gym, makes me believe that being a puritanical New Englander is genetic.

*Thank you dictionary.com for those synonyms. I swear my toes aren't square.

WTF Wednesday

Maybe I will start a new tradition and do WTF Wednesdays.

Today's subject: Condoms.

I had about 12 Vilanova graduates stay at my rental house this past weekend. (Side note: if you are thinking of sending your kids there, make sure they can drink because there were 5, 30 packs e-m-p-t-y in my garage.) Anyway, they were down to celebrate a friend's nuptuals.

You know those games where there are 2 circles stuck together and you can ask a question and turn the circle and there will be a little window opening on the answer? (I am hoping you answer yes here, because I don't know how else to explain them). Well someone brought about 50 of those to my rental house and there were about 25 left over for me to peruse. They had to do with why it is important to use a condom when having sex and on the other side many other ideas for you to do with your "friend" other than having sex. Nothing says intmacy when you are a teen like cooking dinner together or reading a poem you just wrote. Of course I saved them and will be indescrimenantly handing them out on the last day of school (and at Blogher if I have any left).

About 3 hours later, I am in the grocery store buying a watermelon for the 3/4th grade softball BBQ when I look up and realize that my checker-outer boy's name is none other than Trojan.

WTF?