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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Teen Guide: How to Hook up w/a Lifeguard












Me and my eleven year old daughter went to the beach early this morning like we've done every morning this week. We get there before the lifeguards set up. It's a ritual for the two of us. This morning we were running a little late and shortly after we arrived the lifeguards got there. About every two blocks there are different lifeguards.

This morning the Greenhead flies were all over, they out numbered the dragonflies and they were relentless. There was no way to sit comfortably or stand still without flies swarming. So we went for a walk along the beach. We had walked about two blocks when my daughter got a bad bite that started to bleed. I wiped it with my finger which made it look as tho I was the one bleeding. We were very close to the lifeguards, and the blood kept flowing, so I walked her over and asked if they had a band aid.

The tall bench held two male lifeguards, one seemed more in charge than the other, they pulled out the first aid bag and searched threw to find what they needed. Then the more senior lifeguard jumped off of the high chair and started caring for my little girls wound. He wiped it with a piece of gauze, cleaned it with antiseptic, and told her it wouldn't hurt, when it did he said "not for long". He dried it with another gauze pad and gently placed the band aid on her shin.

This guy was every teenage girls dream. Built like an Adonis, sandy blond hair, perfectly bronzed, sweet, caring and calm. Did I say handsome? My daughter kept her cool, but as we walked off waving our thank you's, I noticed my little girl grinning from ear to ear. I said "He was pretty cool huh?" her reply: "OMG!" She may have been swept off her feet. This was a moment she would never forget.

I tried to explain to her how teenage girls would have envied her position, had there been any on the beach. I joked that I was surprised that more girls don't make themselves bleed just for the attention. Lord knows I never thought of it when I was in my teens.




There is no real moral or point to this tale other than to mark this day in history by posting it on my blog.

Just because I can.

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