Thursday, February 25, 2010

A Tale of Two Gym Encounters

I’ve had several thoughts on blog topics from the lawsuits in Britain to remove the criminal history of gay men prosecuted in the 50s and 60s for having consensual sex, to manscaping, and to my lack of the sports gene. Instead, I want to share a couple of experiences from the gym. Maybe I’ll get to the other topics later. Anyway, I was standing at the sink, shaving. This young guy comes up behind me. I had noticed him a few minutes ago, because he kept taking off his shirt and putting it back on as he went back and forth between the locker area and the showers. I couldn’t figure that out. Then he came up behind me as he was taking off his shirt. He started talking to me and it quickly became a sales pitch. He had just been hired at the smoothie shop that’s in the gym. He was encouraging everyone to come work out in the evening when the smoothie shop was open, and he would be working. He was a nice guy, early twenties I think, with a really nice lean body. So, while I don’t understand why he kept taking his shirt off and putting it back on a few times without leaving the locker room, I didn’t mind talking to him with his shirt off. He had great definition. I didn’t stare, but I did look. I don’t think he noticed.

This experience was much better than yesterday’s where some crazy guy, also young, but obviously not in his right state of mind. I was once again at the sink shaving, when this guy just through his shoe at the mirror 6 or 7 feet away from me. So I turned to smile to diffuse the situation, and this guy looked enraged. I turned away just as he grabbed the shoe and started banging the counter several times. Then I thought he left. A few moments later, he threw a hanger at me. By the time I turned around, he was gone. I’ve never seen him before and have no idea what his problem was, but I hope that was the last time I see him. It was very odd.

1 comment:

A Gay Mormon Boy said...

You weren't kidding when you said crazy. Maybe he mistook you have your long, lost deviant twin.