Naked Matador

It took me a couple of days to process this...it happened so fast.

I workout at a gym called Revolution. It's right across the street from my work - very convenient. I love to work out..but somedays i'm actually more excited about taking my daily shower after a good workout. I really appreciate the showers at Revolution. There are just four stalls...each with a curtain that makes a satisfying sound as you enter and exit. Each stall is also very large for one person, has a shiny towel hook, and convenient trio of dispensers containing shampoo, conditioner and body wash. There are plenty of places to hang my bathroom bag containing all of my personal necessities (deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste, face razor, head razor, shave gel, aftershave...). And the water from the shower head always comes out with plenty of pressure and heat. I take extra long showers at the gym because it's a great time to think...and I shave my head and brush my teeth in the shower...so it adds a few minutes. So now that you have a picture of me taking a shower (sorry)...fast forward a few minutes to when i have turned off the water, dried off, hung my wet towel over the front of the stall, and have started to apply my ineffective Old Spice Red Zone deodorant. This is when the actual story begins...

I'm the only one in the showers at this time, but i can hear a couple of loud voices of guys talking around the corner by the lockers. Then it sounds to me like they leave the locker room. And about five seconds later, the shower curtain to my stall whips open as if it were in the hands of a skilled but scared matador. I'm standing their with one arm lifted and covered in nothing but a single layer of deodorant (under my arm). A completely naked man holding a towel (definitely not a matador) enters my stall without even considering a quick glance up to see where he's going. As he steps in, I blurt, "Hey!" And he then realizes that he has entered the ONLY stall that was in use...and the ONLY stall with a person in it...a naked person! He quickly apologizes and turns to leave. So now, i've not only seen his frontal view...but also his unclad backside.

I could go on and on about how this scenario is surprisingly absurd...and that i can't imagine how anyone could make that mistake in a men's locker room. But I won't. However, I do think it's worth mentioning this as a closing thought. Even when you think you're alone. Even when there are three other stalls completely open and available! Naked privacy is never guaranteed when there is nothing between you and any other unaware naked men but a wispy white shower curtain...no matter how satisfying the sound it makes upon entry.