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Anonymous wrote:Have sex in the locker rooms
This has become a problem at my gym. Creeps me out, but I'm afraid to say anything about it because I don't want to be accused of being a homophobe and end up getting banned from the gym. But its gross. I have zero desire to shower when I know that some guy is getting a BJ behind the shower curtain in the next shower stall.
Which gym is this? It’s not the Lifetime in Gaithersburg
I worked at the old Rio Sport & Health in Gaithersburg about ten years ago and this was an actual issue in the men's locker rooms.
Legend has it that if someone wants to get it on with you in the gym locker room, they’ll A) wear orange sneakers and B) tap their foot three times inside your stall. or even out by the machines. It is code for ‘meet me in the shower’. Or in the case of different genders, the tanning bed room or other secluded area.
I used to be a trainer when I was single. I can confirm the tanning room part. I’ve helped more than a couple SAHM’s work off some baby weight in the tanning room.
But that was 15 years ago. I can’t think of a club that even HAS a tanning bed now.
So you admit you slept with MARRIED women? You are disgusting.
Pffffft, they literally throw themselves at you when you’re a trainer!!! Yeah, they were married. And? Obviously hubby isn’t into them (or likewise) and nothing’s going on at home. Plus, they had a baby a year ago, and they feel like they need to prove something, that they’re still desirable or whatever. So yes, they come on to you. It happens. All. The. Time. I have no guilt. None. Zero. I was single, attractive, and I gave them what they were seeking, and had some fun myself. And got paid, although not quite for that. Call it a perk.
And no, IDGAF about their husbands. At the time, I was benching in the mid 400’s, had maybe 9% BMI, and looked like I was carved out of wood. Not the least bit scared of some dad-bod loser coming at me.
Here’s my advice to you: don’t like affairs? Don’t have one. And MYOB.