Bathhouse Atlantic Ave - Monday 9pm
Handsome, tan complexion, longish black hair, black swim trunks, forlorn look on your face. We sat across from each other in the pool, and it seemed like we were two of the only people there alone.
I was there trying to find center, grieving a fresh breakup, and feeling guarded as a result. I wondered what your story was. There was an unspoken tension between us, both staring into our laps. I hesitated to make a move because I couldn’t tell if you were trying to glance at me too.
I was in a blue and white one piece, trying not to itch the whole time. Later I followed you to the infrared sauna after and then got too shy, sitting where a post blocked our view. Hope this finds you.
u/Klutzy-Writing-5212 — 9 days ago