What I presumed was a gay couple, both in their 30s-40s, sat to my right. Man A was Mediterranean-looking, bald, and, in addition to his otherwise sculpted bod, had an extremely hairy back (but kudos for not hiding that shit like another wet, white-tee-wearing dude I saw).
The real show-stopper though was Man A's partner, who I will creatively title Man B. Man B was also trim and had flowing, layered, chin-length gray hair. He wore a red speedo (which always activates my x-ray vision). He had a pierced belly button (a ring). He rolled around spread out and stretching like a sunbathing cat on his lounge chair with only a folded up washcloth to support his perfectly groomed head. Once, he turned onto his stomach and I was able to sneak a peak at the Sailor Moon tattoo covering his entire left scapula.
While my companion read poolside about France in WWII, I hid behind my Jackie-Os wondering about Man B's life for a good twenty minutes. Was this waxed and trimmed specimen self-conscious of or apathetic to his partner's furry back? I wished I had watched Sailor Moon so I could draw more conclusions about his personality from this character of choice.
Man B was not the only speedo-wearer. I actually got to check out two or three more sets of junk (although all were more in a train-wreck rather than an eye-candy sort of way). Also, I was surprised by the number of seemingly non-student, real adults at the pool on Thursday from 2-4 p.m. What are these people's jobs, and how can I make enough money in the future to afford a $1500+ rent while still having time to bounce around in a roof-top pool in the middle of a business day?
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