She switches to the backstroke after ten laps. Ten more and she rolls over again; breaststroke. She has waterproof headphones and an audiobook going.
"Probably not, no one's ever asked me if I dabble in line dancing."
"Yeah, no, that'd be sexual harassment. Which is sometimes given a pass if it's spring and stuff but not that kind of stuff."
"I don't like getting emails like this but I'm not sure it's as egregious - or at least not as rare - as you're suggesting, my sister's in her winter-three classes and she's dancing track, and apparently publicly known greys get asked if they hook on the side pretty routinely, she's being warned about that in advance. Like, if you want to sleep with Lanik Tis you just kind of have to cross your fingers and show up to fan events, but if you want to sleep with a dancer you have some hope they'll do it for money?"
"Could bring me too, then if any of them want in on that hot capitalist grey action and don't mind the primary sex characteristics differences..."
"Here is my talk on statistical modeling; if it has made you unbearably horny let me refer you to my date here?"
"Well I'm sure there are any greens who'd be tempted. Don't know whether they're at the university. They might be more interested in the existence of two distinct greys who know any statistics."
"Yeah, there's Bellcurve and Stick, there's Bookie Bay, there's Field Guide."