I’m changing from towel to street clothes and the guy behind and four lockers to my right is taking his own sweet time doing the same. That’s ok, some people dress slow and like to take their time but the thing is, he’s positioned himself in a T-intersection to oversee the entire locker room. A clear view from where he’s dressing to the main isle and when he goes up on his toes, he’s got a clear view into the cubby holes, created by the lockers.
Slowly he dresses. Watching everyone, except for me, for some insulting reason (not that he was good looking). I guess I’m too damn pretty or too easy to ogle. He slowly puts on his underwear, back to his locker (while 99% of us face our lockers when we dress), going up on his toes every few moments to see what’s what. Hey there! Hi there! Ho there!
Since he’s virtually ignoring me, I stop tying my shoes to actually look at his face and his eyes. There’s nothing I can read there. It’s as almost as if he’s doing this on automatic and has probably been doing it for years and doesn’t realize he’s being that “creepy guy” in the room. He certainly isn’t focusing on any one particular person, his gaze darts from person to person. He’s “just looking” in the purest sense of the word, but his default is set to repeat the scan, looping looping looping. He’s freaking me out a bit and I feel a pang of sorrow for his need to unabashedly, wildly look around the room like an expectant prom queen looking for her king to come back with the spiked punch.
I start to whistle “Some Day My Prince Will Come” from Snow White to charge the moment with some bitter malice on my part. He doesn’t notice.
6 thoughts on “One Thousand Yard Stare In a 50ft Locker Room”
I am starting to realize there is a lot more going on in the locker room than I thought.
zap! amazing how a simple metal band wrapped around a man’s finger will completely short out his desire to cruise.
Creepy. There might be guys like that at my gym, but I wouldn’t notice since I’m staring at the ground or the locker in front of me. Even if I was into schlongs, most of them are old, wrinkled, or shrunken (but TOTALLY made up for with giant muscles).
I always like to torment the gawkers… I’ll on purpose take my time… rub some lotion on… take my time drying off… it is kind of entertaining…
If only you had a paper bag that you could have blown up and popped loudly. Just to awaken him from his stupor.
chants: must not stare…naked robot over there…must not stare…look at that naked robot…um….oh yeah, must stare
LOL…I remember those “creepy guys” in the locker room. I used to go to the YMCA here which is located in a very old mansion. The men’s weight room is in the men’s locker room. The locker room is actually a group of rooms all linked together. The guest lockers (since me and my ex were tightwads and didn’t want to pay for a locker rental) were located right by the shower, hot tub, sauna and steam room. So all of the creepy guys (and I might have been that guy a few times) would always get the end locker which looked directly into the shower room. But the really creepy guys were the ones who had lockers elsewhere, but they would still camp out and sit in that area, just so they could watch the shower room.