We had a "meet" today. Just 2 hours. (Short for a swim meet. I go to ones that are 3 days, 10 hours a day) In the place of practice. Another team came to our pool, and we just raced them.
Eventful events:

One girl, 12, suggested that I liked a MUCH older teamate. It surprised me, I didn't even know she knew I was gay. I don't "like" him. I just like him. He's cool.

Another girl, 11, came over and read some of the writing one of my friends at school on my hand, and SOMEHOW figured out I was gay. I don't even know how. Nothing mentions sexuality. *shrug*
She's annoying.
E: Are you gay?
Me: Yep.
E: Wait... Are you gay?
Me: Yup.
E: *looks in my eyes* ARE YOU GAY?
Me: Uh huh.
Some people just don't believe it.

I had to spend 10 minutes consoling my ex gf that she's NOT fat. I said "We all have fat. Even me, strange as it seems, with my little skinny stick of a body, I have fat in places. My cheeks for instance. But just because I HAVE fat, doesn't make me FAT."

I swam the 50 free twice, then I did a relay by myself. It sucked.
I tired myself out.
I barely had enough strength to get myself out of the pool to a toilet before I threw up.
Then I did it again.
And again.
I went a little too hard, and I didn't get a warm up.
I felt sick the rest of the night. I hope I'm not getting a bug... That sucks.

I had to sit and watch as everyone ELSE did the Thriller dance, because I was too sick...