I went to a gym today. Indeed, the gym. Helen spotted a 1-day guest membership offer thing, so I tagged along and was shown the ropes.
Only, there were no ropes. Imagine my dismay!
Instead, there was cardio-vascular work, which made my heart explode. There were weight machines that made my arms catch fire. There was a steppping-arm-waving thing that made me look like a big queer.
But then, there was a swimming pool~
I am seriously considering parting with £30 per month just to be able to chill out in a swimming pool and then have a gorgeous high-pressure shower afterwards. I could take all my showers in the gym, trading water pressure and pool proximity for showing other dudes my cock (which rarely happens in my own shower).
Indeed, this is the main incentive to actually use the exercise machines: so that when you’re chilling out in the showers the other guys are all “man, he’s hot, in a totally hetero way”. Also: I could totally use my bathroom for something else if I didn’t need to shower there. A smoking room? A darkroom? A pottery studio? The possibilities are truly endless!

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