Arty was another lifeguard. Christie and I loved Arty. Well, really, I loved Arty and Christie was nice about it. He wasn't the obvious choice of lifeguards to love. Toni was a better choice; Toni was beautiful, with sculpted muscles, a sweet grin and even a tattoo! Arty was my man though. He was tall, blonde, and hairy. We called him the blonde wolf. Arty was the nicest guy. He let a little girl follow him around all summer, asking him inane questions about every little thing he did. I even questioned him on his hairiness, "Arty, why do you have such hairy feet?" He would chuckle and say something to make all the other lifeguards laugh.
After Arty left for college, he left a big gap in my summers. One day, I mustered the courage and convinced Christie to accompany me to Arty's parents' house. Arty's mom was just as sweet as him, but she delivered some awful news: her son wasn't going to be around that summer. Arty only had one summer to do it, but steal my heart he did. Who could resist a hairy, blonde, funny man with a killer tan?
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