Happy Valentine's Day

I wanted to write something beautiful today, inspirational, possibly romantic.  It is Valentine's Day, they say.  So I should be feeling all mushy and cloud nine-ish today, right? 
Well, I do feel loved.  My man wrote me the sweetest email this morning and the gist of it is that he loves me dearly no matter what day it is. 
So, to inspire you....I have nothing.  But maybe I can make you laugh.

There are three types of people at women's swim locker rooms.
The first is the hider.
She is already nervous about being seen in a swimsuit, let alone without her skivvies on.  She usually shows up with the swimsuit on under her clothes, wraps a towel around her promptly and then dashes to the pool, getting in quickly so that no one sees her.....:) I saw you.

The second is the "let's get this done" type.  She may be nervous about her body but she is going to plow past her fears and hurry up with the disrobing and dressing thing.  Silently hoping nothing was sticking out or hanging out funny.  ...this is me.   (I used to be a hider)

The third type of locker room gal is a mystery to me.
She usually is quick to get the swimsuit on and then into the pool.  But afterwards she is a different person.  She takes her suit off in front of everyone, even if the room is full of people, walks to the shower, towel in hand, and then proceeds to shower.  She then will come out and put lotion on, maybe slip undies on, then blow her hair ...topless.  I try not look, really I do..  But sometimes I am in such awe, shock, or something I have to really take care of my stares.

With this in mind of which gal I am, I will now tell you the story.
When the baby was still little, but able to roll on her tummy, we took her to some hot springs.
I laid her on a towel on the bench and tried to get my swimsuit off.
I was able to get the bottoms off while holding a towel for privacy with one hand and the baby with the other.  Then came the top. 
I proceeded to pull it up to my neck and then was going quickly pull it off.  But as soon as I lifted my hand off of the baby she began to roll.  I had both hands in the air and was able to grab the baby with one hand while the other was still above my head, bikini top now wrapped around my wrist and neck in a strange way. 
Did I mention the lady fully clothed sitting five ft. away watching? 
I kept a hand on the baby and then tried to wiggle out of my top, doing a strange, unattractive topless dance.
Finally it popped off and I looked over at the lady who was now very entertained.  I knew this by the smirk on her face.
To my dismay, I had dropped my privacy towel and was standing in the middle of the locker room red faced with nothing but my Birthday suit.
...I looked at the lady with a "thanks for your help" kind of look.  She just stared at me, probably thinking about how she was going to blog this the next day or something.
I think this was the pivotal moment in my life when I changed from being a hider in the locker room to a get er done kind of gal.  How could I ever be more embarrassed than that day?

No, I don't think I will ever be the third type.  I would rather get dental work done.