A Win Is Never Satisfying Without Some Fondling
Today at work I got an email from Sony Music stating that I won a pair of tickets to see Leona Lewis perform on Jimmy Kimmel Live this Friday! Her new album, ECHO, came out today and so far I'm diggin' it. This makes me excited and ancy for Friday. One of the best things is that the shoot location is only a block from where I work, so I don't need to worry about driving somewhere far in LA Friday evening traffic!
Now, you may be inquiring about the "fondling" part in the title of the post. Here is where my day goes down hill degradingly. I headed to the gym like I normally do after work. Got into the locker room and started to change when this guy walked past me naked. Nothing new here, guys shower and change. His locker was right next to mine.
I didn't really acknowledge him and continued with my business, when all of a sudden he strangely asked, "in tennis you know there's a racquet, a ball, court and net. If you could be one of those things, what would you be?" I gave him a puzzled look and answered I would be the racquet. He asked me why I chose that answer and the entire time he initiated the conversation he was feeling himself up under the towel that he draped over his arm. Yes, just draped over his arm, not covering or around his waist...just draped over his arm. Mind you, there were also 2 other guys around us and he still had no problem touching his member. I laughed a bit in shock, but it didn't phase him and he marched on and continued the conversation saying, "if you were the ball it would suck because you're always being beat down and then you get flat and fuzzy." I thought he was trying to elude to something and might flash me his nut sack, so I hesitated to converse with him and just tried to get dress before I got molested in the locker room.
As I was calmly changing, he stood in place and continued touching himself and told me to ignore him because he was "just making sure everything was in place and working," which he does quite frequently apparently. I got done changing, closed my locker, turned to him laughing and told him to have a good night. I honestly could not believe that just perspired, nothing like this would ever happen in Texas. This town just keeps throwing me curve balls. Literally.
Now, you may be inquiring about the "fondling" part in the title of the post. Here is where my day goes down hill degradingly. I headed to the gym like I normally do after work. Got into the locker room and started to change when this guy walked past me naked. Nothing new here, guys shower and change. His locker was right next to mine.
I didn't really acknowledge him and continued with my business, when all of a sudden he strangely asked, "in tennis you know there's a racquet, a ball, court and net. If you could be one of those things, what would you be?" I gave him a puzzled look and answered I would be the racquet. He asked me why I chose that answer and the entire time he initiated the conversation he was feeling himself up under the towel that he draped over his arm. Yes, just draped over his arm, not covering or around his waist...just draped over his arm. Mind you, there were also 2 other guys around us and he still had no problem touching his member. I laughed a bit in shock, but it didn't phase him and he marched on and continued the conversation saying, "if you were the ball it would suck because you're always being beat down and then you get flat and fuzzy." I thought he was trying to elude to something and might flash me his nut sack, so I hesitated to converse with him and just tried to get dress before I got molested in the locker room.
As I was calmly changing, he stood in place and continued touching himself and told me to ignore him because he was "just making sure everything was in place and working," which he does quite frequently apparently. I got done changing, closed my locker, turned to him laughing and told him to have a good night. I honestly could not believe that just perspired, nothing like this would ever happen in Texas. This town just keeps throwing me curve balls. Literally.