You know those boys you see and instantly think to yourself, “Oh my gosh. He is gorgeous…he would never be interested in a girl like me.” Well, that was my first thought at this fine specimen I have labeled as The Playboy.

My first encounter with this boy was when I was 16 years old. We were both divers for rivalry high schools and our coaches got along well enough that we met each other at a meet.

He towered over me with his tan skin and long blonde hair. His eyes were a greenish blue, close to the colour of the ocean on a clear day. He wore a speedo that was slightly too small, which was apparent because all the girls saw his butt crack on a regular basis. When he wasn’t wearing the infamous speedo, he wore this pair of board shorts that were bright pink with Hawaiian flower, which he had owned for quite some time because it had developed holes from all the time he spent at the beach and skim boarding.

He also had a way with women, we all had heard the stories and rumours whisper their way through practice, from pool to pool. Despite the complete opposite social life, he and I instantly got along. However, after season our junior year in high school, we did not see each other. That was, until our senior year.

It was the annual City Meet, this is where all the high school swimmers and divers from the city came together to compete in the first big meet of the season. I was practicing when all of the sudden the blonde haired boy from the year before got in line directly behind me and started up a conversation.

From that moment we were inseparable and by the end of the meet we had exchanged numbers.

Let me note that before this, I had never even dated a boy, let alone exchange numbers with one who was so cute and funny.

Our coaches were absolutely game for the idea of their two oldest divers becoming an item. Even though we were complete opposites.

He was experienced, liked to party and did not have the slightest idea what to do with his life. I, on the other hand, was focused and had somewhat of a game plan heading into my senior year. I did not care about how different we were.

He gave me attention. Other girls envied me. I could not believe it. Other girls were actually jealous of ME? The little 5 foot nothing girl with bleach blonde hair and with the body of a child (I did not bloom till I was 19), ME! I still to this day can’t believe other girls were jealous of me…thanks to him.

Once the exchanging of the numbers happened, it all played out like any romance movie would between two, young teenagers who were crushing on each other. We texted throughout the day, he picked me up and we went on dates, we even met the others friends.

The real romantic stuff went down a month or so after Cities. Believe or not, this player had some real, genuine romance hidden in his bones.

Luckily for me, I got to see it….(to be continued)