Dear All,
Fitness clubs and public pools in my mind have always been fertile grounds for freaks. Our latest is no exception.
As is often the case, the men’s changing room is a showcase for many of them. What should be a private moment for members of all varieties is often a very public one. At times, I think I must have stumbled unwittingly into a secret pilates course, how many moves should it really take to put on a pair of pants. The floors thankfully are unremarkable except for the occasional dreaded “floor swirl” which needs to be carefully navigated around.
Not much difference on the pool deck, where some of the international community obviously have sacrificed a great deal for the community they serve, including a fare portion of their swimsuits. The “Y-Front”, and in some extreme cases the “I- Front” is alive and well. As a rule, if you can’t pull it off back home...
The hot tub as you can expect offers a similar experiences all though on a much more compact and intimate level. Maybe it is me but I sincerely believe that whirlpools are actually time machines stuck on a “70s” setting. We reach for the eject button when Specimen “A” more commonly referred to as “Boogie Nights” piles in. Freak.
I have to say though, the grounds are beautiful and notwithstanding the occasional tennis ball in the Mekong (Ball -Boy’s AoR fortunately), the location is gorgeous. It certainly tops my last club whose overflow parking was the Burger King lot or the “Laser Tag” if things were really hectic.
Stay Healthy...
Mw
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