random conversations from the pool...

Sitting in the hot tub at LaSolana enjoying the Arizona sunshine when I hear:

"Who were you talking about in the blog? Who's Big C?"

Lola is yet another lovely lady at the pool. She is also a much appreciated fan of the blog.

"Big C, my neighbor. He comes to the pool every so often."

"Is he the one who had his brother down here with him?"

"Yep," is my response.

"Big C, I like it. It has a ring to it."

We chat a little more about the weather before she states.

"You are good at keeping us guessing. You have some real talent as a writer."

I thank her for the compliment & ask what her plans are for the day.

"Cocktails & sunshine, more of the same. What do you have planned?"

"You are looking at it Lola," as I spread my arms wide in the hot tub, "It's more of the same for me too."

My best friend nowadays is an eighty eight year old gentlemen by the name of Gino. We chatted at the pool today.

"I saw your girlfriend again. When are you going to ask her out?"

"Which one Gino?"

"You know the one I'm talking about; the one with the dog."

A certain lady turns all the gentlemen's heads at LaSolana. She's not my girlfriend; I like to play along for the hell of it though.

"Don't tell anyone this Gino," making a shhhhh sound as fore finger covers mouth, "We are meeting up for a night cap."

"Bull shit," gruffly stating, "A women like that won't come within a mile of you."

"Why do you say that?

"Because you're broke," is his answer as he pulls both his front pockets from his swim trunks to emphasize my situation.

"What's money got to do with it?"

"Everything," adding, "You know the old adage?"

"What adage is that Gino?"

"No money, no honey," he states emphatically as he tucks his pockets back in, "Especially with a women of her quality."

We chat a little more about the weather before the subject shifts back to women:

"Did you see the new one staying here? She's a looker for sure."

Gino is in charge of scoping out all the local talent. His eyes are sharp for eighty eight years. I am familiar with the person he is referencing.

"I think her name is Wanda; or something like that. She is staying with her mother for a month is what she told me. She is cute."

"Why don't you ask her out," he blurts.

He makes it sound easy. It is if you have the courage.

"If I see her again I might do it Gino. I don't think she's here too long."

"Hurry up then. You don't want her to get away."

"What happens if she says no. I don't think I can take the rejection. It happens too often. I'm not up for it right now."

"How do you know she will say no? You don't know until you try. Maybe she'll see some potential in you that no one else is seeing. Man up son! She seems like a nice girl."

I've been explaining to him in bits & pieces a reality show concept premised on the comings & goings of the pool patrons at LaSolana. 

"You would be great for it Gino. People would love to see your tan; wit; smile & overall uniqueness at eighty eight years old. You are an anomaly & that's what people like to see."

He's catching on a little more about the concept.

"Are you talking about bringing cameras & all that stuff for television?"

"That's exactly what I am saying Gino. Think of all the fun to be had."

"I'll believe it when I see it," is his response.

"Okay Gino, when it happens I want you to be part of the ensemble. The audience would love to see a guy like you."

"I'll believe it when I see it," is his same response.