Tag, You’re Not It!

Posted by BJ
In a previous posting I talked about the Hillside Su, a wonderful hotel in Antalya, Turkey along the country’s south coast.

As you might imagine, given my description of the place, the clientele at the Hillside Su draws a pretty upscale and rather attractive crowd. (For those of you who might not have had the chance to visit there yet, think the Delano in South Beach. And if you haven’t been there either, think any of the pool scenes on C.S.I. Miami.).​

​Poolside was a constant parade of beautiful women in very skimpy bathing suits. (There might have been some men, I didn’t notice.) As these women passed by, the people with whom I was sitting would occasionally make a comment; on that person’s figure, their hair, their choice of suit, etc. (Oh come on, admit, you’ve done, or at least thought, the same thing!)

As they passed by, on a fair number of the women, we’d notice the tag on the bottom of their suit would be hanging out. And interestingly, even if this was a strikingly beautiful, incredibly fit, perfectly suited (pun intended) woman, the errant tag immediately became the center of focus and topic of conversation. Try as we might to stay focused on the whole package, we were drawn to that silly little tag.

You get the connection right?