My first apartment in Los Angeles was at a swinging singles garden complex situated around a large central pool that was heated in winter so it was used year-round. The male eye candy was the best thing about the place.
Needless to say, I spent a great deal of time lounging around the pool, seemingly lost in a book. A dark pair of sunglasses and a down-turned head disguised the fact I often wasn't reading a word for long stretches at a time.

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