Those Fleshy Parts

I have been trying to go to the YMCA after work.  I can’t seem to get into a regular schedule but I am trying.  One thing I don’t think I will ever get used to is the locker room.  I just can’t stand around and talk to other naked men.  It is just so darn weird to me to have a conversation with someone with all their bits hanging out.  I am so much of a prude when it comes to others of my sex that I try not to even make eye contact when I am in the locker room.  I just want to get in, get my clothes changed, and get out.  I don’t want to talk about Obama’s healthcare policy with Rupert right as he gets out of the shower.  It just won’t be something I will ever be comfortable with.  Does old many Willie and his Willie really have to step on the scale without pants on?  I vote no.

I never liked the locker room as a kid and I don’t like it now.  Oh, and by the way, if you are the guy at the Pelham YMCA that likes to dry yourself by standing in front of the big fan I suggest you go see a dermatologist about that mole on your ass.  It looks kind of angry.


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