Freak Show at the Gym

This has NOTHING to do with anything I saw in the locker room or in the showers. I'm too freaked out by both places to ever go inside. The freak show was all over the place today at the gym.

Political Poofster: Let's start with the high ranking elected official (republican) who touted the virtues of 'traditional family values' during his 04 campaign. He's in his late 40's, never married, and takes good care of himself (from the neck down). I know we can't help acne scars, so I'm not going there. Anyhoo, this guy was busy checking out anything with a penis while he was on the treadmill. I was annoyed simply on the 'my-political-party-won't-let-me-be-who-i-really-am,-so-i'll-just-keep-it-quiet'.

Otter Not Wear a Tank: I'm all for body hair. Especially if it's on the chest. But Lord (and Taylor), if you've got enough wool covering your arms and neck that you might be confused with a brown shag rug, then don't wear a tank top. This guy sweats something crazy too.

Arab Ass: When I was on the treadmill (I ran a mile...woo hoo...major accomplishment for me), I had a perfect few of a really nice derriere...I mean we're talking PRIMO ass. He had a full growth beard, which really isn't my thing (on the chest yes, on the face fully covered no), but boy hidey it was great watching him go! Come to think of it, he served as a little ass-piration to keep me running, chasing that tail.

So I sound very catty (or like most gay men), critiquing everyone else around me, but I did notice that Gal Pal was pretty smokin hot in her tight workout clothes. Then I worried I was lustfully thinking about GP, but I soon realized it was just me admiring her gray and pink ensemble.

I did the gym both days this weekend...now if I can only get there during the week!