Judging from the lack of a slap, he wasn't doing too bad. Now came the hard part: The swimming. The fishing, hell, even the wrestling sharks he wasn't too worried about. The swimming was. It wasn't that he didn't like water. He had a healthy respect for it. Water was required for all life, and water could take away his life because he was made of stone and would sink and suffocate.
As he waded in, the color started to drain from his cheeks. He didn't dislike water, not at all. He was afraid of it. But he was on a date, and trying to impress a pretty girl! He would be damned if he wouldn't beat this whole swimming thing.