“You think too much! “—2

(There was an earlier “ You think too much.”)

—“I swear,” I would say to my pretty lifeguard friend at Canandaigua’s YMCA swimming-pool.....
“Sometimes I think she’s jealous I talk to you.”
The other day my aquacise-instructor, who also is pretty, roared behind us barking “hello” as she passed. Little eye-contact, she wasn’t smiling.
Usually a person who knows you stops to say hello.
But I probably won’t say anything because -a) my perception reflects I think too much — a criticism I get from another lady-friend, and -b) my perception is debatable anyway.
My lifeguard friend is striking for age-64. She doesn’t look 64 on her lifeguard-stand. —She also swims laps.
This isn’t the first time I been stiffed — or so it seems.
My lifeguard friend and I are just pool-friends. I’m sure outside the pool I would bore her to tears.
She’s married, and so am I somewhat, even though my beloved wife died 7&1/2 years ago.
But I do enjoy hanging out with that lifeguard, and it seems she enjoys hanging out with me.
She’s the first pretty lady I had the nerve to be interested in. That counteracts my childhood — constant-readers know all about it. 70+ years marked-for-life.
I’m also surprised she seems interested in me. I’m 75 years old, somewhat obese, and way outta shape. Yet apparently I’m funny, which attracts ladies. That lifeguard is not the only one.
My aquacise-instructor also reverses my childhood. A while ago she wanted to walk our dogs together. That wasn’t me asking her; that was her asking me.
NO PRETTY LADY WILL SMILE AT YOU! Yet my aquacise-instructor does, and I melt every time she does it.
A while ago my lifeguard friend asked me to help remove a pool lane-divider. Suddenly my aquacise-instructor was lunging to do it for me.
Another time I walked over to say goodbye to another lifeguard lady-friend, and suddenly my aquacise-instructor was lunging between us.
Sometimes I think my 64-year-old lifeguard friend is using our friendship to skonk the aquacise-instructor.
Again: “You think too much!” Yet I also NOTICE too much.

• I do aquatic balance training in the Canandaigua YMCA’s swimming-pool, two hours per week — plus a third hour on my own.
• Eons ago my hyper-religious Sunday-School superintendent neighbor, the infamous Hilda Q. Walton, convinced me all males, including me at age-5, were SCUM. My parents heartily agreed; they also were hyper-religious. If they had come to my defense, Hilda woulda crashed in flames.
• “Q” stood for “Quincy,” her maiden-name.