Lake Marion Swimming Pool

Cabs on deck
I come here for the bikinis and stay for the tanlines. Make sure you wear sunglasses to affirm your voyeur status. I aint trying to name drop, but we all know who the honeys are.
If you can spit game, then you’ll find a summer fling for sure.
This jaunt opens at noon on the weekends. I come in through the backside past the vending machine. That joint has the best deals on East Village Ave. They’ve got Munchos for only 70 cents and dr. pepper for 85 cents. You can drink behind the black line.
Give the receptionist your ID and you’ll be on your way.
The moment you exit the locker room feels like the red carpet. You feel like all eyes are on you. I always struggle with where to focus my eyes. I don’t want to be a hot boy magee, but I want to check out the ladies. I usually just play it cool and look from side to side as I pretend that I’m looking for a good spot even though I always head to the same area. Just don’t be hot.
Put your sandals beneath the chair; otherwise they will be burning with heat.
There are very few of those Ron Jon surf shop girls, the slutty sunburned ones who look kind of crusty. They must all be in Ocean City.
The ice cream man comes every top of the hour. He sells various items. Hot dogs, firecracker popsicles, flintstones push up ice cream treats, fruit roll ups, chips, cigarette candy, bazooka gum, and pez. They’re an Asian immigrant family, and they’re so fresh. Cash only. Venmo is not accepted.
The diving boards are fun. Sometimes the kids all line up behind one diving board even though both are open.
There is a pair of women who swim laps in the 5 feet area for 30 minutes before leaving for home. They skip the crowds! I see one of them running on East Village Avenue on weekends. I think they’re in their 50s.
The pool water is cold at the beginning of the summer. By August that jaunt gets way too warm. It’s a good place to swim.
I’ve got guest passes, too.