Ravings of a Textual Deviant

In my experience, buying a swimsuit requires a special kind of masochism. Practical suits are ugly; attractive suits are impractical, and seem to be designed to look good on hangers rather than people. Sometimes it takes me days, or even weeks, of shopping to find something I can live with.

Unfortunately, I go through swimsuits at an alarming rate when I take frequent water aerobics classes. Even the suits that were supposedly chlorine-resistant didn’t last very long, and cost considerably more. My most recent suit faded practically before my eyes, developed holes and pulls in just a few weeks, and finally gave up the ghost on Monday. By Wednesday afternoon, I hadn’t managed to replace it. I had one hour to buy a suit before my next class.

I refused to accept the possibility of failure. I walked into the pro swim shop and asked for “the most indestructible suit available on this planet.” Turns out that my mistake had been buying nylon suits, rather than polyester ones. The saleswoman warned me that the only catch is that there’s almost no stretch in the polyester suits. Bah, I thought. It’ll have to stretch enough for me to get it on. Shows what I know; I haven’t done contortions like that in an advanced yoga class. I developed a sudden, intense empathy for sausage filling. On the other hand, it had all kinds of support; things that usually bounce weren’t going anywhere. Best of all, the first one I tried on fit, was comfortable after got it adjusted, didn’t ride up, and looked darned good if I do say so myself. The entire process took twenty minutes.

I may never get this lucky again…but if the suit lasts more than six weeks, at least I won’t have to worry about it for a while.

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