Those of you that know me know that I am a beach fanatic. If there is a square inch of sand next to a thimble-full of water, I’m in the water.
New England water, however, can be a might chilly. Even in late July or mid-August, most beach water is quite cold. Oh, I’ll go in, by my dick will shrink to the size of a cheese doodle and my testicles will migrate up to my sternum. And I’ll bitch and whine about the cold. But I’ll go in.
Things get better in the Gulf Stream. You can actually stay in the water for a good 30 minutes and not feel too cold. On some, beaches, it’s quite comfortable. Warm, even.
I spent the last week and a half in such waters. I got very used to it. On the last day of vacation, we spent a little time on a beach where the water was comfortable, but let’s just say refreshing and brisk.
Later that day, I went to a public pool. I was expecting a bit of a chill, but was surprised to find it like bathwater. It was nearly body temperature. It was almost hot. It was almost gross.
As I marvelled at the warmth, a woman entered the pool. Her comment? “Oh, cold cold cold! So cold! This water is freezing! Why can’t they heat this? I have to get out! This is like ice water!”
Sheesh, lady, next time we’ll stick you into a rolling boil.