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I'm a straight male, and as straight males, we have codes.

For example, there's to be no touching of another man's rear end unless you're congratulating him on a game playing field. i.e.: slap on the cheek for pitching 8 innings before being relieved on the mound. That's not gayness, it's camaraderie.

We also don't want to see another man's willy wonka. I mean no offence, but I'd really rather not witness my fellow dudes' male bits flopping around while he walks to the shower. That's just not my kind of eye candy.

So I was elated to see the newly renovated Company gym having both shower curtains and partitioned stalls to modestly cover ourselves during the ingress and egress of said shower. While not a very big deal to you, flashes of my formative junior high school years came flooding back as I compared my underdeveloped Chinese boy body against the rest of my classmates. Ugh!

I decided to give the ol' shower a test Friday afternoon. I was happy to find a nice bench to leave my clothes onto as I undressed, absolutely giddy as I found a shower hook for my towel, and near ecstatic when the shower began warming up.

All was well until I heard another gym rat go into the stall beside me. I thought nothing at first. I was secure in the fact that we were seperated by a nice 1 inch thick of sheet metal....

And that's when to my horror I noticed a HUGE gap between the sheet metal partition and the ceremic tiled shower wall that it was fastened to. The gap was a finger and a half wide, and I could see right into the other man's changing space.

....Oh gawd, I think it was a thigh. posted by losir at 11:48 AM