The Fragile Male Ego Goes To The Swimming Pool

The caricature that painted itself

Gentrit Sylejmani via Unsplash

I spot him the moment he enters; a tall, broad brute wedged into a pair of minimal black speedos. Fit and, I’m guessing, nearly fifty, he approaches the pool in a slow, yet determined gate. His body is fully flexed; shoulders pulled back, chest popped, buttocks squeezed. I bet you’ve seen the walk; the one where it looks like…