The diving instructor, fantasy object?

I have often noticed, in my band of cod (my girlfriends, what), a particular attention for this type of webbed men. Coming back from my dive trips, I had to answer the following question more than once: "So what were the divemasters like? ". It's with sparkling eyes that my girlfriends were waiting for a crisp response from me ... "Er, there was a lot of sea cucumbers, but I did not see the tail of a whale shark, or even the line of a manta ... and if not, at the level of the instructors, there were especially old sea-wolves ... "

Most often, for neophytes neoprene, "diving instructors" are perceived as an object of fantasy. Like the tennis teacher, the windsurf instructor, the archery teacher or the ski instructor, these nice organizers would be the symbol of the perfect lover! Why this fantasy of the diving teacher? After probing my entourage, I have some "anthropological" explanations to offer.

First, in our mind, physically, the diving instructors would be sex bombs (do not be afraid of words, I remember that we are in the register of fantasy) ... We see them tanned, so cannons, necessarily, since it is well known, the tan makes beautiful! They have the glare of the sun in the hair they wear willingly and carelessly long. And on their naked torso (and often bulging), they sport tattoos of squales synonymous with the pinnacle of virility, Rrrrrrrrrr.

Well, do you feel bad right now, or am I waiting for the second part of the column? From fantasy to reality ... we must admit that we sometimes find ourselves in front of a devastating smile ravaged by betel nut and that the abs of the sportsman have sometimes been replaced by abs Kronenbourg, over the years ... when the tattooed hammerhead shark becomes a sperm whale stranded on a libidinous dune, it's immediately less glamorous ...

Then, in the female imagination, they are caring men who do not hesitate to give of their person to accompany us in this or that exercise. And we, women, we do not hesitate to play the jugs, hoping for the moment when the dive instructor will take us by the hand, will exchange his regulator with ours, will graze our neoprene (even if I challenge anyone to feel caresses through a 7 mm). But now, sometimes the gentleman diver will leave you alone with your block, making the big gap between the dock and the zodiac ... for sticky-tight, go back, ladies! Because, scuba dives, they have seen more than one before you!

The dive instructor would also be an expert to tell stories, sometimes funny, often adventure. Yes, the scar on their torso is necessarily the trophy of a battle with a great white shark encountered in Lake Annecy! So he tells stories, we listen to him talking with envious eyes ... until he finally hears himself talking ...

And then, of course, it is a sensitive, sweet and dreamy ... A kind of Jean Marc Barr we were all crazy at the exit of the Big Blue (before he became a gay icon). I remember a school girlfriend who had seen more than 30 times the Big Blue in its long version indoors, and each time Rosanna Arquette whimpered "Go, Go and see my love," began to cry all the tears of the ocean, arguing "What is romantic" ... the guy, he prefers to leave the woman of her pregnant life on the diving platform (certainly she had Karen Cheryl's cup and epaulettes very vintage, but it's not a reason), to go live his thing with dolphins ... It's romantic! Well I admit, I saw the scene 29 once and I still have bristles that bristle at the same time!

The divemaster is also exoticism, travel, heat ... And there, I must admit that if I return one day to Mozambique, it will not only be for its dream beaches, its underwater beauties, its little ones markets that smell of grilled fish or the unparalleled welcome of its inhabitants with "Bom dia sistaaaaar", but it will also be for its diving instructors ... Do not shout on the Fiji Islands which are also worth a look ! Hello to “good hearing women”!

Exoticism participates in fantasy, that's for sure! Until we realize that the object of desire is mocked for years with the girl who keeps the accounts of the diving center! Nana who for our greatest misfortune proves to be of a perfect kindness, besides ... Life is thus made ... As for the coral, in front of the divemasters that make us fantasize, there is always a sign that says: NE DO NOT TOUCH !
So, for the eyes, and only for the eyes, here is a slideshow of my most beautiful spots (fantasies) diving.