Creepers in the Gym

An important thought to remember is to not judge and I try to live with this frame of thinking throughout the day. This however can be hard when you’ve left the 24hr fitness off of Braker and 183 in Austin. It’s been almost a year since my last blog, so maybe we’ll try to whip this thing into shape with a review of my gym.

Any particular night after work, one may see me tinkering away with some free weights, pushing it on the elliptical, or even just mouthing the new Lady Gaga track in the sauna at the gym. So why is it, not one person has noticed these creepers in the locker room; or in the sauna, the pool area, and especially the showers. Come to think of it, the only place one wouldn’t be able to recognize these creepers would be the actual gym itself. “I’m a sinner, I am saint, I do not feel ashamed” is the theme song these guys live by.

It all started a few months ago when the new year rolled over. This happens for me a little early every year around the 28th of December. I get overly excited about many things only to see the momentum sucked from beneath my wings. Believe it or not, 24hr fitness takes the $33 from my account every month whether I go or not. So I crash landed in the Jacuzzi area after a quick swim and ended up in the sauna at some point. While sweating the toxins (alcohol) out of my system, I soon noticed an old man pouring sweat and drop by drop it landed right on my foot. He was stretching right in front of me, did this 70 something guy just leave a belly dancing class? After a hard, stiff stretch and a cracked tibia “Adidas,” as I call him, proceeds to ask many questions. In fact, beyond any control of my own, Adidas seemed to find me in the Sauna, the showers, or near my locker for weeks to come. I changed up my schedule and he’d change up his approach. As I looked at his face all I saw was his mind racing. What was he thinking? What was I doing in his head? He wanted to know if I was a swimmer, if I worked out there often. Did I run all day or was I just running through his brain all day?  These are obvious answers. Did this guy see my rolls? I told him I hadn’t hit the gym in quite some time and I tried to stay away from water. I think we lost something in translation because now he believes I have a daughter.

All of this would be fine if I didn’t leave the shower ever night, reach for my towel, and see his sagging wrinkled cheeks up top and on bottom reaching for the next person to take a peak at. Why did he stand in the middle of the shower area for so long? Why was my stall the place he left a key or towel everytime? I’m not a shy person, but this guy smelled and my balls shrank every time is saw him. That can’t be a good sign!! This guy stuck out within my mind but he is definitely not the only one. Below is a list of violators.

Beer Belly Hispanic Guy with the Fanzi Fro:

             He spends entirely too much time in the locker room. When I show up I can see that he is just entering the showers. The guy is in there for HOURS!!! It takes me an hour to finish everything upstairs, after the pool and sauna I’ve added another thirty minutes. Can somebody please tell me why he is just now doing his hair in the mirror trying to make uninterrupted eye contact with people he doesn’t know? I see this guy in the locker room more than Adidas!! Being barefoot in a guys locker room that long could really cause some permanent damage.

Old Stubbly White Faced Beard, Hair on Back Guy:

            I just call him OS.W.F.B.HOB.G for short. Ok, there is a hole in almost all of the shower stall areas! Call me naive but for the longest time it never occurred to me that people were actually looking through that hole until one day when OSWFBHOBG is poking his finger through the slot like it’s a glory hole! The hole isn’t big enough to get a whole pinky finger through; did he think this would impress me? As I looked down at the hole I could see his finger leave and an eye ball peer in. I was flattered at first then disgusted. He followed me out of the shower and got dressed right in front of me. What do people see when they look at me, do I seem that easy? This whole time I thought I was more of a Charlotte and it turns out I’m perceived more as a Samantha!

The Asians!

            For the most part I’m not interested in Asian guys and it seems like the feeling is mutual. Every time I go to the gym I’m expecting some pervert to stare me up and down and do all of the “signals” from the other stall. I get in there, I get out. My showers are more of a sprint these days at the gym. There is a large Asian population that goes to this gym and many are gay. They find other older Asian guys and do their thing. I’m not sure what happened the other day but apparently I was in the wrong stall because one Asian guy waited outside of my stall and began to throw his sandal on the ground causing a fuss. This made me very uncomfortable so I just left the stall and went to another one. “Just another weird guy at the gym,” I thought.  When I left the shower I looked to see if he was still causing a scene and the guy was jacking off right in the open where anyone could see him. Another Asian man was in the stall right next to him doing the exact same thing. What has this world come to? I haven’t gone to the gym in a while because of this, and because of my love of Mexican food.

The gym may hold many surprises for even the most timid. Be careful and always be prepared to rinse and dash, you never know when you’re getting eye fucked from old Creeper at the gym.