Smart is the New Sexy, The Old Sexy...

...the sexy sexy, the always sexy, the forever sexy.

Some seemingly random facts:

Every Sunday morning, I go swimming.

Early.

Part of the outfall of growing up an only child is that I have an inherent disdain for crowds; they give me a slight rash.

So, I endeavor to get up and out the door early, to get to the community center just as the doors open, to be one of the very few lane swimmers at the pool.

Another outfall of OCS(Only Child Syndrome)? I hate to share.

But this Sunday morning, I accidentally slept in. This error began the day off to a lousy start. By the time I got to the pool, the normally 3 empty lanes had been changed over to 1, in order to accommodate lessons. I was left with a melange of lane-mates who ranged in speed from the merely annoyingly slow to the painfully excruciatingly slow.

Plus, one of these ass-hats managed to clock me in the head as they passed me going the opposite way (by accident, I'm sure).

I tried, length after length, to salvage something positive from this precious time I had devoted to something I'm really not all that crazy about (i.e. exercise in general); to find some positivity in a positively crap-tacular, chlorine-laden hour.

I found it, or shall I say I found him, waiting for me by the whirlpool as I was about to schlump back to the locker room.

This particular facility has a white board where the staff takes turns writing the "Quote of the Day".

And there he was.

Albert.

My dear, sweet, wicked smaht, bed-headed Albert:

"Gravity cannot be held responsible for people falling in love"

Albert Einstein

The swimming experience? Sucky.

People falling in love? Ahh. Nice.

Gravity, in general? Not so kind to us elderly women who are slowly evolving from a 36 C to a 38 long.

But Gravity, in the hands of a master? Smart. Romantic. Sexy

For me and Albert, on a day that didn't start out too great? All I had to do was look.

The writing was on the wall.