I’ve been trying to go to the gym lately because, you know, I’m not a beefy guy. Let’s not kid ourselves, if I spent an entire decade in the gym I wouldn’t be able to qualify as beefy. There were times in my life where I tried to overcompensate, like going out for football as a sophomore in High School. The water boy got more field time than I did. I know for a fact that I played at least one series of downs. I even ran the ball for 15 yards on one extremely lucky play. But in reality all I got out of that season was a calloused rear-end and some torn cartilage in my knee.
After my workout this morning I was in the locker room changing my clothes for the work day. Right during the draftiest portion of the change—one garment away from full-blown nakedness, a young fellow one bench away decides to strike up a conversation.
“Did you have a good workout today?”
Blink. An uncomfortable silence broke as I turned around to see who was addressing my pastey white backside.
“Oh, yeah. Sure.”
“Me too. Worked my legs today. That’s always a tough one.”
“Mmm Hmm.”
Luckily there was no follow up conversation. I should have flexed my bum for him, but that may have sent the wrong message. I love friendliness. I love friendly people. But, dude. Seriously. Could you wait ‘til I put some clothes on?
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there is nothing worse than locker room conversation. on one hand, it usually is quite vulgar and degrading. on the other hand, it makes you wonder, at the moment when you are least clothed, why they would want to strike up a conversation exactly at that particular moment. makes you wonder...
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