I am a sweater, one who sweats. I don’t perspire; I sweat. People in my gym class tease me about my wet T-shirts. The problem is that I don’t have the physique to make it work for me. My most oppressive sweats occur when I am getting ready to go out-of-town. I don’t know what it is that makes me sweat then as the temperature in the house has nothing whatsoever to do with it. For instance, when I left recently on this cruise through the Panama Canal, I began to sweat as soon as I got out of the shower. Realizing that I couldn’t dress while sweating that much, I turned on the ceiling fans in the house although the temperature in the house was rather cool. It worked. I cooled down enough to put on my clothes, including a long sleeve shirt as I don’t dare fly in short sleeves or I would freeze. If you’ve ever read my brother’s book including the story about him sweating at his wedding, then you know this tendency to sweat profusely runs in our family.


About bobosbest

I am an 80-year-old retired English teacher whose writing goals are fulfilled by publishing these blogs. I have a wonderful married partner, Dimitris Tsitsiras, who is from Greece. Life is good and still an adventure.
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One Response to Sweating

  1. Barb says:

    I remember a quote from Mrs. Gilley’s class: Horses sweat., gentlemen perspire and ladies glisten. (ha)

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