I'm sure many gym users are used to the occasional unpleasantness of a weird overweight guy sitting bare-assed on a locker room bench staring at passers by; but when I started working out downtown near my office, I was happy to find a locker room where people were just stopping in to make GAINZ around their work schedules. It was an environment where I thought I'd never see locker room exhibitionists. It was like an elevated state of locker room.
That all came to an end a few weeks ago. I had just finished cramming a workout into my lunch break and was grabbing things out of my locker. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something fluttering. I wish I hadn't turned my head to see what it was, but I did. As I turned my gaze towards the fluttering in my peripheral vision, I saw something that made me realize this downtown gym wasn't as classy as I thought. This guy had one foot on a bench, like a Captain Morgan ad. The fluttering was his hand, flinging around a towel in his crotch like he was strumming a guitar. It was an aggressive display of exhibitionism. Most aggressively of all, he was standing in a corner in front of the only television in this tiny locker room. Any poor sucker who turned around after hearing something cool on CNN would have been a victim.
Showing off to yourself in the mirror is sometimes unavoidable in the locker room. Sometimes I can't even help myself. But tricking people into looking at your junk in the locker room is never okay.
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