I am comfortable with being naked. I’ve got what I’ve got. Yet, the nudity at the YMCA is weird and sometimes downright awkward.
I was showering after I worked out. The shower room was empty. For the ladies out there, just know that the shower at the Y is just a room with nine shower heads. There are no curtains. There are no stalls. I chose the second shower head. Safe. I was showering using the shampoo/soap they provide. The one plus of the YMCA shower is the water pressure. It will peel paint. All was good. An older gentleman enters and instead choosing one of the remaining shower heads away from mine, he picks the one right beside me. In fact one time when he was washing his hair, he backed his ass into mine by accident. Weird.
There is also a summer camp going on. Thirty or so eight to nine year olds use the pool once a day. I happened to be showering when their daily swim ended. There was a procession of boys with their heads down as they filed through the shower room. Trying their best not to make eye contact. I heard one boy say, “Did see the hair on that dude’s back?” Awkward.
The other thing is the comfort level with nudity that old men have. Why wouldn’t you wrap a towel around your waist while you shave at the mirror? Why wouldn’t you cover up as you put one foot up on the bench to talk to your buddy about water meters? I mean other guy wouldn’t look up as he tied up his shoes. He might of gotten poked in the eye.
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