Randy forced me to go to the gym last night. I hadn’t gone in weeks (not since my cold kicked in over two weeks ago). I’ve occasionally used my Wii Fit during this time, but I am the first to admit that i’ve not stepped foot in the gym in ages.
And Randy should be happy about that after what happened last night! Things started out normally, with us using the nautilus equipment (I think that’s what it’s called) and then moving on to the cardio equipment for 30 minutes on that step/treadmill/ski thingie.
Since Randy had packed my gym bag (at the last minute since I hadn’t planned on going to the gym), he’d placed my bathing suit in there. It was his way of hinting that he wanted to use the hot tub after we worked out. Now, I’m all for hot tubs. I’d love to get one for our backyard. I love the idea of the outside temperature being 20 degrees and then sliding into a 98+/- degree pool of bubbling water with the one I love. Even better if it’s snowing while we’re in it.
I am not, however, fond of working up a massive sweat on exercise equipment only to then add more heat to the situation by jumping in a hot tub. Yet that is what I did last night. After leaving my glasses in my locker (since they’d fog up) Randy and I sat side by side chatting mostly about his work (and the economy). There were a few other people in there (2 men and 1 woman). Across from me was one of the men. He would occasionally submerge his whole body up to his head (unlike me who sat on the seat/ledge in the water). Anyway, as he lowered himself for submersion, his foot brushed against mine. Thinking nothing of it, I just slide my foot a bit to the side.
Then it happened once more. Again, I’d slide my foot slightly to the other side. I wasn’t trying to be obivious about it (I didn’t want to appear rude or act as if I was freaking out because somebody accidentally bumped my foot). I wasn’t even looking at the guy…I was facing Randy and chatting with him.
Anyway, this started happening repeatedly. And only then did it dawn on me that this was what gay men call flirtation. Soon after, Randy and I got up to head to the showers. I told Randy what was happening and he said he’d picked up on it (from the beginning…he’s a sharp tack, that Randy).
Now, because I didn’t have my glasses on, I was almost completely blind. It’s true…I can see shapes (I could tell there was a man across from me in the hot tub) but I couldn’t tell you at all what he looked like. Was he like Brad Pitt? Or was it more like Mr. Magoo? I will never know. But from what I could tell from a brief squint at the end as we were leaving he was an older gentleman (early 60’s?) in fairly decent shape.
We got to the showers and cleaned up. As we were towel drying, Randy noticed that Mr. Hot Tub Man was there and had opened his shower curtain enough to a) watch us and b) allow himself to be watched. Again, my glasses were in the locker and I noticed none of this until Randy pointed it out. Even then, all I could see was a black strip where the shower curtain wasn’t closed completely. I couldn’t even see a human behind it. Had Randy not told me, i’d have thought the shower was empty).
Anyway, we finished drying off, got dressed, and left.
This was the second time something like this happened to me at the gym. The first time was a month or so ago when we were (again) toweling off after showering and a man in a nearby shower had his shower curtain open and kept splashing me. Of course, my instinct was to think it was accidental. Randy pointed out that it was most definitely intentional.
And yet again, being without glasses, I missed the whole thing.
Note to self: start wearing contact lenses to the gym.
February 5th, 2009
Categories: Uncategorized . Author: snarl . Comments: 5 Comments
