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swimming.

I've been swimming so much this holiday that my swimming suit has gotten loose. Feels like my pants are gonna drop of whenever I swim and it's pretty annoying when I have to readjust the position of my pants when I'm trying to concentrate on my swimming.

But loose swimming suits aside, swimming is pretty fun =) Never thought of myself as the swimming type of girl... Actually I'm still not a swimming type of girl but I'm too bored so I have to fill up my time with whatever activity position.

There are many interesting things you can see when you go to a swimming pool. Kids screaming in the kids pool. Young parents teaching their baby how to swim in a yellow arm float (why must it always be yellow?). Old ladies in their swimming suit hanging out at the edge of the pool catching up with gossip.

But personally, the best view at the pool when under the water. You get to see bodies of people you don't know hahahaha. I'm just joking I'm not a pervert =D

While I'm blurting out random things about the pool, here is another one to complete this post: My fave thing to see under the water and the thing I don't really enjoy seeing.

Fave thing:

A woman's hair while she is swimming.

Not tucked into those unflattering caps. I'm sure it's convenient but... Yea, not flattering at all. 

But when you let loose your hair in the water, it makes a woman look so sexy ;)
PS: I'm 100% straight. Thank you.

What I do not like seeing:

Fat wobbling around when a person swims.

It just isn't that... attractive.

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