Chivalry is not dead . . at least I don't think so . . .

So, I joined a gym. I made this decision a few weeks back. I like to run and work out and have been doing so in the neighborhood for some time, but as of late I have been ambushed by some small, white dog. He hides in waiting and then chases me for a while. I am not sure who the dog belongs to because I never stopped running to see if he had a collar on – I love all animals but he was apparently not a lover of all things human and I would rather not be bitten. So, I joined a gym.

The last gym I was a member of had these wonderful steam rooms, which I have to admit are one of my favorite perks, located in the women’s locker room. This gym has one steam room, co-ed, located by the pool. The first time I entered the steam room I was taken aback because there was a man in there. I was somewhat confused for a second because the steam room is located on the end of the pool by the men’s locker room. Right next to the steam room door hangs a sign indicating the men’s locker room is down the hall – and for a split second I thought I had mistakenly entered the men’s locker room. After I figured it out, I sat down and enjoyed the steam.

Last night, however, was a different story all together. I finished a fairly hard work out – I hit the cardio machine for 30 minutes and then I lifted for me legs; by the end they were like jelly. I changed into my swimming suit and hit the hot tub for 10 minutes before entering the steam room. The steam room is just a tiled room – the benches, walls and ceilings are all tiled with the same material. There is water dripping and water on the benches so you don’t want to just go in there with your gym shorts on because when you walk out your butt is dripping water and well, that is just kinda gross looking.

So, last night, I jumped out of the hot tub, no towel since I was just going to go sit on wet tile anyway. I enter the steam room and the steam is so thick I can barely see. I do make out the figures of two other people in the room. I am hoping against all hope that they are men since they obviously have nothing on the upper portion of their body. I am not a prude necessarily but I find those who are willing to go topless or nude are generally those I would rather not want to look upon. So, I make my way over to the bench on my jelly legs and plop down.

Now, the sound that issued forth from my wet, bare legs and soaking bathing suit hitting and suctioning themselves to the wet tile was nothing less than obnoxious. I swear the “fart” sound echoed off the tiny walls of the room for at least 22 seconds. The man lying on the upper section of seating made a similar sound, twice. I am sure it was from his back suctioning to and from the tiles – what I am not sure of is if this movement was cause from his chivalry in trying to take the attention off of my embarrassing moment – or it was caused by bodily convulsions from him trying NOT to laugh out loud. I will go with the first scenario – I am ever the optimist.

I sat there for about 2 minutes and realized the steam was thinning out and I needed to get out of there before you could actually see the faces of the people in the room – so I hit the door full force under cover of steam. Note to self – next time take a damn towel.