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.