Â If you are easily offended you should delete this e-mail now and not read any further. This is smut!! Not intentional smut-sociological smut-but smut nevertheless.
When most people meet me they think I am a conservative, laid back typical accountant, which I am. But as people get to know me they come to understand that I have been up and down the road a few times. So when I say that I have never experienced anything like this before, it’s saying something.
When I came out of the YMCA today I told Jean that I didn’t know whether I had just been hit on or not-hence the dilemma.
The YMCA is about 14 miles south ofÂ Hudson in a fairly new area on the way to Clearwater. The first time we went there to work outÂ was atÂ three in the afternoon. The other YMCAs we have been to in Florida have been mostly senior citizens-yes, older than us. This one was over run by high school kids. The next couple of times weÂ tried to get there mid-morning. Each time it has been over run by young mothers. The stationaryÂ bikeÂ spinningÂ classÂ was all young women and was inÂ one corner of the main room. There is a Pilates class going on in one of the workout rooms, again all young women, and a step aerobics class in the gym. Yes, you guessed it, all young women.Â Two or threeÂ personal trainersÂ have group sessions withÂ four or five young women in each group.
While lifting weights,Â Jean and IÂ had to alter our routines because the groups would take over an area and stay for a while. They were sometimes lifting weightsÂ but always talking. After lifting, we bothÂ went to the outdoor pool and swam for an hour or so. After swimming we took showers. The shower stalls had no hooks orÂ shelves to put a towel, goggles, shampoo and my glasses so I put them across the aislewayÂ on a bench in the handicap shower. I finished showeringÂ and wentÂ over to the handicap shower stallÂ to dry myself off. I looked down the aisleway and, at the end of the shower room, are hair dryers (like the hand dryers in bathrooms) mounted high on the walls. I saw a guy down there dressed, but holding something up to one of the dryers.
I’m not an exhibitionist but I’m not shy either so I was standing in the aislewayÂ drying myself off as normal. I didn’t have my glasses on, but it seemed like the guy down at the hair dryersÂ kept looking at me. When I was dry I wrapped the towel around myself, picked up myÂ goggles and swimsuitÂ and walked down past the guy to the door. He watched me all the way and was smiling at me. As I got closer to him IÂ could seeÂ that he had a t-shirt on but no pants or underwear. He looked to be about sixty-five.Â As I passed by him, he said, and I quote “You know you have a nice healthy pecker there”. He went on to say “A lot of big guys have those short little stubby ones, but yours looks real good. It’s nice to see a good pecker on a man.” I was flabbergasted and didn’t know what to say so I timidlyÂ said “thank you”.
I went out the shower room door and he followed me. I went to the locker where my clothes were and his locker just happened to be right next to mine. HisÂ things wereÂ all spread outÂ on the bench and he started talking to me as we both dressed. He told me he was from Long Island, but was retired and livedÂ in New Port Richey. He worked at a grocery store part timeÂ as a bagger for some extra money. Â I was shaking like a leaf and my towel slipped off twice (I hope it didn’t come off “subconsciously” on purpose) before I could get my clothes on and get out the door.
So here’s the dilemma – Was he hitting on me or was that the worst choice of a conversation starter in the history of the world?
On the one hand, if he was trying to pick me up he wouldn’t have referred to me as a “big guy”. That’s like telling a girl her extra weight looks great on her-not a good line. Plus, he really didn’t say anything off color after that and didn’t ask me for “a date”. He didn’t follow me out the door and I never heard from him again. So maybe after swimming and the resultingÂ shrinkage,Â he was just giving me a compliment to be kind.
On the other hand he broke three of the most important locker room rules:
1) Don’t stare
2) If you are talking to a nakedÂ man, maintain eye contact at all times
3) Never verbalize what you see (if you do, making fun with comments like “Oh My God!!!” or “ha ha ha ha” may be acceptable. The line “you have a nice healthy pecker” is way off limits)
So what do you think?