When our eyes meet, a devilish grin spreads across his face right before he presses his hands to the edge of the pool and begins the process of lifting his body up and out. Yes, I said “process” because that’s exactly what it is. This isn’t a simple lift and he’s out. Ohhh, no. This is a spectacle. There are stages; there is fanfare; somewhere in the distance Ginuwine is singing about jumping on his pony.
