thing happens.)
I named him âScottsâ in my mind, because that made the most sense. As I approached him, he was putting goggles on and stretching his arms. Scotts was actually really fucking hot and his skin was a nice tan color, which, for this time of year in Maryland, was somehow reassuring for me. He smiled at me as I walked by. Nice teeth. Great smile. He didnât need to smile but he did because he was a decent human being, obvi. I responded with my standard half smile/half smirk/half wink/half glare/it might look like nothing but Iâm definitely moving my face muscles. I know that math doesnât add up, but just go with it. Guys love it, so just let me do my thing. Itâs not about logic.
We definitely had a moment. A very short, but distinct moment. Then he dove straight into the pool and actually splashed me a little bit. I wasnât mad. Which was very weird because I hate being surprised by liquids. But Scotts got a pass.
âMaâam,â someone called out from across the pool.
I looked toward the source of a terrorizingly loud voice: a human being who can only be described as a Richard Simmons impersonator but obese. This person was calling out in my direction, but I was confused because I most certainly am not old enough to be perceived as a âmaâam.â Iâd been referred to as âmissâ or âyoung lady,â but MAâAM was a nunca. I prayed this person was not talking to me.
âHon, are you here for my twelve thirty?â he asked, looking directly at me.
âIâm sorry? Are you talking to me?â
âYes, girl! You. You in the head-to-toe Y-3 walking on my pool surface with sneakers.â
He knows fashion. I felt immediately more comfortable with this creature.
âIs it an aerobics class?â
âYes, hon. Water aerobics.â
âIs it starting now?â
âYou got it. Iâm DâAngelo. Better go get into your suit, girl, or youâre gonna miss it.â
First of all, a white person named DâAngelo is simply remarkable.
âOh. Iâm going to be skipping the aquatic portion of todayâs class,â I told him.
âThe whole class is in the water.â
âYeah, well, thatâs not really gonna work for me as I donât ever get in public pools.â
DâAngelo gave me a smile that said fuck you but also itâs okay.
âI think Iâll stand just outside of the pool and do all the movements out here.â
âThatâs fine with me, but the point of water aerobics is for the pool water to create resistance against your muscl . . . Ican tell by the look on your face that you donât care what Iâm talking about so Iâm gonna go âhead and start class.â
âThank you, D. Iâm looking forward to this.â
There were four older women in the class with me. All of them chose to be in the actual water. They were all wearing one-piece suits and little head condoms, or whatever they were. Each one of them seemed genuinely happy to be there. They were all smiling. It was kind of strange because they would smile at me when they looked at me, but they were also just smiling at each other and at DâAngelo. Like they were just happy people. Their default mode was SMILE. It made me a little angry. As the music started (Madonna, âRay of Light,â LOLZ) and I began mimicking the movements, I became starkly aware of how odd this whole situation was.
I, Babe Walker, was standing in front of a pool full of people from Maryland, basically dancing, by myself, to a Madonna song. But the weirdest part about it was that I wasnât stopping. I was somehow compelled to do this. DâAngelo was right about the resistance or whatever because it was barely a workout, but there was something meditative about it that kept me going. Ratchet tai chi. From the outside of the pool it must have looked like I was teaching the class or