The legend of the see-through blue two-piece bathing suit

The air had not been moving for days. The fireball in the baby blue sky has turned this most vivid tourist attraction mile into a dusty urban desert. Those who can have migrated to the mint tasting freshness of the Brandenburg lakes, those who can’t are attending the Miss Roasted Chicken 2008 awards in the empty brown fields that used to be healthy green parks a fortnight ago. 

Only Patrick, Andy and Julia are excluded from the worship of the sun. The university is merciless. However, Julia’s goal for that afternoon is not to finish the university work but to get Patrick to migrate to a hidden lonely lake with her. She likes his long, brown hair, his three day’s beard, his Hawaiian shirt and the imagination of what might be underneath it. Yes, she has a crush on him. Only problem is, Andy wants to join the trip to the lake. Andy is the type of guy who is always well prepared – wearing a suit to university that you would imagine a 60 old history professor to wear, even when it’s 40 degrees outside because he might run into his 60 years old history professor. But he isn’t prepared for spontaneous natural refreshment. “The only problem is I don’t have swimming shorts.”

“No problem, I can borrow you some of mine,” Patrick’s only problem is that he is too nice to everybody. Comparing the body sizes of the two, Andy would look like a 1970’s coast guard in shorts that were very loose around Patrick’s hips. Julia realised that she needs to put an impediment to that: “Or I can borrow you one of mine. I have a beautiful see-through blue two-piece bathing suit. You’d look sexy in that.”

See-through! Blue! Two-piece! Bathing suit! The guys would have not been guys, if they weren’t getting curious. “Why do you have a see-through bathing suit?” “I wore it so often that it became see-through.” “Why do you keep it?” “I keep it to wear it under t-shirts that you tie around your neck.”

That night Julia calls up Patrick with the obvious intention to make a date even though her explanation is that she needs to borrow some papers. The conversation drifts off and of course the bathing suit is mentioned. “You could send me a picture of you wearing it,” Patrick suggests. The next thing Julia does, is to call up her best male friend Robert to ask, if that means that Patrick is interested in her. Of course, Robert wants to know about the bathing suit. He just became member number three of the secret blue bathing suit society.

The next day, Julia and Patrick actually have a date. “By chance” Julia wears a T-shirt to tie around her neck and that bikini underneath it. But Patrick is too shy to comment on it or attempt to take it off.

The morning after that, Julia is late, her flat is in a mess. Where is a bra? There’s the bikini from last night. One can see its strings under the T-shirt, never mind, I gotta go.
Robert is the first to ask her about it: “Hey, are you wearing that see-though blue bathing suit. Turn around, can I see it.” For the rest of the day, he sends her notes that she should take off her t-shirt and sit in from of Patrick in the library, if she is into him for real. 

Then, Andy comes along. “Are you wearing that see-through blue bathing suit? Can I touch is and feel the fabric.” He almost takes of her T-shirt in front of everybody. Julia is annoyed, she’s had enough. She decides to demystify that ordinary boring blue two-piece bathing suit. At home, she takes a picture of it lying empty on her bed. She sends the picture to the three members of her secret society. She gets two answers. Robert says: “What a pity, I would have liked to see you in that.” Andy says: “I’m too much of a gentleman to open the file.” Only the person, whose attention she wanted to attract remains silent. 

Another day later, she sits in the cafeteria complaining to her female best friend about the male capacity of legend building. What she doesn’t realize is that Max, another good friend of hers is sitting at the next table listening to everything. “I’d love to get those pictures, too.” That’s secret society member number four.

Meanwhile, Robert and Patrick try to convince Andy that there is nothing un-gentleman-like about opening those files. Fabian is with them, he is the one of the clique who is known to have the wildest connections of synapses in his head. It takes about ten minutes until he comes up to Julia suggesting: “You should take pictures of all your underwear and put them on the cafeteria walls.” Yes, Julia has learned her lesson now, sometimes silence is golden and talking is nothing but a blue see-though bathing suit.