It’s show(er) time!

Lower Back Tattoo Guy (LBTG) and I have been cruising each other at the gym for the past month or so. We even had a little “shower show” a couple of weeks back. He was very coy at first, but within seconds he was, um, at attention. Ever since then, I have always caught him staring at me. And vice versa. One day last week, he smiled at me as he left the locker room. I guess he is feeling me out due to the hetero drenched environment.

Game on.

Last evening when I started my workout I did not spot LBTG anywhere in the facility. I went about my normal upper body routine while Woods, my work out partner, focused on my lower body. As I approached my third exercise, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a man in bright blue shorts & a hunter green fleece sweater. I turned my head to get a better look and it was LBTG rocking out to his iPod.

As I moved from one machine to another, I spotted him at various areas in the club looking at me. When I approached the last section of my workout, I noticed that he was drowning out his workout – not really doing much of anything other than standing around doing his best to look busy. Was he doing this because of me? Was he attempting to lay low in hopes of following me into the locker room? I was speculating, but it sure felt like he was waiting for me to finish up. Woods agreed.

Once at my locker, I begin to gather my things so I could undress then shower. Within seconds he appears just a few lockers down from me. He proceeds to undress quickly and scurries over to shower stalls. I waited it out for a bit, taking my time. Within a few minutes I was over in a shower stall myself. Unfortunately I couldn’t place myself in good view as Woods and some damn Mexican Rocker had occupied the stalls across from LBTG. Oh well.

I had just started to lather up as I eye’d LBTG drying off. He didn’t make any eye contact with me at all. Instead he got wrapped himself in his green towel and walked out of the area – to the locker room I assumed. I figured I had missed my opportunity. Oh well again.

I enjoyed the heat of the water for about 10 minutes before deciding to turn it off and towel myself dry. I opened the curtain of the stall to let some of the cooler air in and saw Woods walk pass heading back to the lockers to dress up. I leaned down a bit to wipe to water off of my feet when I notice LBTG’s bright blue shorts. I look up and it was him – LBTG. He smiles at me as he gets into the shower stall catty corner from mine which provides a very clear view inside when the curtain is positioned correctly – which he positioned perfectly. I decide to put an end to my drying off ritual and turn the shower back on. I placed my curtain in such a way that LBTG could see all of me. We had completely clear views of each other. From what I could tell, we were the only two in the shower area. The Mexican Rocker had apparently removed himself from the stall he was hogging.

LBTG started to lather up. I pulled the soap out of my bag again to make sure it looked like I was (re)showering. As he proceeded with his cleaning, things began to enlarge. His eyes open wide, a smile was shot to me and he licked his lips. I began to think that something was really going to happen. A couple of minutes ticked by before I peered out behind my curtain to see if there was anyone else in the area – there was only one in the end stall who had passed by just seconds earlier. As I began to motion my head to invite him into my stall, Woods’ head appears between the curtain and the tile on the wall.

Woods: (snarkily) “Going for round two?”

Whip: “Um, no” (making eye movements in attempting to inform him that I was “busy”)

Woods: “Huh?”

Whip: (whisperly) “LBTG is in the other stall”

Woods: “Oh”

Woods disappears. I try to regain myself as I lost a bit of the juice. I look back at LBTG. He looks a bit jumbled. He was definitely not expecting Woods to appear. I work myself back up just a little. He tries to as well, but the moment has seemed to be diminished. I proceed with my head nod motion inviting him over. He declines, but provides me with a smile. I smile in return while I put my hand up to let him know that “it’s cool, next time” (hopefully).

Plan foiled.

He turns off the shower and pulls his towel from the hanging hook to being drying himself. I do that same. We eyeball each other as we dry. He smiles and makes a facial expression informing me that he is impressed with, um, my manliness. I’m flattered. I return an equal expression of hunger. He wraps the towel around his waist. As he exits, he smiles at me again.

Before I get out of the stall, I notice that LBTG left his bright blue shorts hanging on the other hook. I wanted to grab the shorts in order to give them to him, but I decided it was best not to. I instead got out and walked over to my locker. I spot Woods moving over a bit so LBTG could get into the cabinet that is holding his belongings. I approach the confined space to unlock my fashionable purple Master Lock. I pull out my toothpaste graffiti’d Adidas bag and rummage through my cottonables.

Once my favorite H&M cargos & old school AF tee are on, I slip my feet into some flip flops and head back into the shower stall area to grab LBTG’s bright blue shorts. He is grateful when I return the somewhat moist shorts to him. He smiles. I smile back. He then ties the last knot on his shoe. He stands up, pulls his gym back onto his shoulder and bones out. I sigh, and then think to myself “next time, bitch”.

Game over.