Conversations

I have some pretty awesome tanlines. Still.

It’s not helping that I work at a pool. I’ve been getting a lot of questions about these tan lines… a lot. I can’t really blame people. Sometimes I catch sight of my legs in a mirror and I wonder, “when did I put white shorts on?” So yeah, they’re that obvious.

Since it’s winter, most people assume I’ve taken a vacation to somewhere warm. Alas, that is not the case. When I inform them (ever so politely) that the tan lines are from the summer, most people are taken aback. The amount of information I give people about the origins of my tan lines directly correlates with how much time I am willing to invest in that particular conversation. The more I know and/or like a person, the more I will tell them. The less I know a person (or the more frustrated/rushed I am), the less I will tell them. Most of the time, strangers get told that I did a lot of bike riding this summer, while acquaintances get the full story, usually. 

It’s not that I don’t want to answer the same questions again and again and again… OK that’s exactly it. I don’t want to answer the same questions – life’s just too short. I just want these tan lines to fade.

Maybe one day, when I live in a nursing home, and someone asks me about my tan lines (which at this rate will still be there), I will be happy to regale them with the story of that time I biked across Canada. But until then, less you have something more creative than, “those are some crazy tan lines!”, mind your own business.