The other day I was in the gym...again. And I was working out. By working out, I mean, babying a little knee glitch I've got going on, by talking on the phone with my girl, Suz, and walking (slow enough to talk and walk) on the treadmill. On my way down to my beloved steam room, I saw a guy who worked there, giving a tour to a lady and telling her to walk through the lockerroom and he'd meet her on the other side. I quickly got off the phone with Suz because, this woman needed to see more than just the lockers. It's a necessity to find the beloved steam room, the sauna and the whirlpool. But also, I was just being a good citizen in offering help, because she had her swim suit in hand, and it's a bit of a maze to find the door that leads to the pool. Being a stellar gym member, I showed her around, noting that she looked VERY familiar. She thanked me and we parted ways.
I got my shower stuff ready, and headed to the steam room. All was right with the world. And there was familiar looking new girl, in the steamroom. It takes a while to get used to being in a community setting, but naked. Steam helps. For a slight moment, I forgot she was new and how long it takes to get comfy with others in a steam room, and so, I said hello again, and started up chit chat.
She was nice. Turns out, she was from Holland, visiting for her grandmother's birthday. That's nice. I had to laugh later because I showed her around, worried that she wouldn't be able to find the pool door. Silly me. Hell, she found OMAHA!? Doi.
You can imagine the moment of awkwardness, when there we are both naked, steaming away, and I tell her she looks just like Sarah McLachlan. She didn't know who that was, so I explained. To which she got a little uncomfortable and said, "I only sing in the car." And then opted to go for a swim.
And insert irony: Once, Sarah McLachlan was sued by her stalker because she used one of his freaky deaky stalker letters as lyrics, and the psycho wanted copyright to it. I think the restraining order might have had negated any copyright. But I'm just guessin. The case never came to fruition because the stalker, well, uh, he killed himself. And here I sit in a steamroom, striking up a conversation with some chick, both of us, naked, mentioning Sarah McLachlan. It's really a steamroom ettiquette faux pas to meet people in there. okay to go in and talk with someone you already know, but when you get to the point of, "My name is Leslie, what's yours", it gets awkward real fast.
That's how I roll...absolutely shameless, even naked.
Sounds like a good start to a porno...thats just my thoughts. Somehow everything sounds like a good start to a porno to me.