We need to put Felix Hernandez back on the suicide watch, people, because he pitched another one run game today yet did not get a win.
But that's not what's disturbing me today. No. I was in the locker room of the gym. I had put my gym bag down on the bench so I could brush my sweaty, sweaty hair in front of the mirror. I walked back to the bench, picked it up, and pivoted to head to the door. Well. There's a scale in the locker room. I suppose that is not unusual. What is somewhat unusual is that there was a stark nekkid woman weighing herself on it and that was the sight that greeted me as I turned. I swear to god, I completely froze for a second. The clear view of a complete stranger's pubic hair will do that to you when you aren't expecting it. Srsly.
The woman stepped off the scale, picked up her towel, and rewrapped herself. Okay, so I know the whole impulse to weigh yourself only after having used the toilet and after removing every bit of clothing. But, dudes, when I do that, I do it in the privacy of my own bathroom. Does this woman not own a scale at home? Is she not capable of just, I dunno, subtracting a half pound for the towel? I have nothing against nudity and the human body in a context where it's expected***, but being suddenly presented with a stranger's genitalia when you aren't expecting it? A little unsettling!
xoxo
***If this was a locker room in which people generally walked around nekkid, it would be different. But generally at my Y even the women who change out in the open do so rather discreetly, facing their lockers. Let's just say I haven't been flashed any bush before this.
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