There used to be a song titled "Where have all the Cowboys Gone" which talked about a lady/girl/woman who I guess used to get a lot of attention from guys and now that she's older doesn't. Maybe it's just me, but I don't want guys "hitting" on me (not that it happpend a lot before or even now) AND I never have considered my self a real beauty. Given that, let me tell you about these 2 encounters I experienced.
During the summer I joined the YMCA so I could work out and have babysitting for Riley (most gyms won't sit for children under 6 months). The demographics of those there were mostly people in their 40's and on with a few younger ones. When I go to the gym 99% of the time I have on my headphones and music playing fairly loud. I am not there to socialize and the music helps to block out a lot of grunting going on elsewhere. I say hi to those who I see on a regular basis, but my conversations are never more than 2 sentences long. I pretty much wake up brush my teeth, wash my face, put on deodorant, pull my hair back then go. So I had been going to the Y for about a month when I walk in to a bench and get out my headphones when an man in at least his 60's walks up to me. He says something like "Miss I just wanted to let you know that you have lovely legs, just lovely" Me being the polite person I am, says thanks and puts on my headphones. I check to see that he has left before going on with my routine. That evening I tell John that some old man creeped me out and why.
Fast forward 4 months.
Going into gym as usual. Haven't seen the old creepy guy since last time. I'm sitting down doing a set when I look in the mirror and here he comes. I'm hoping he just coming my direction to get some weights, but alas he stops. He kneels down beside me and starts talking. Mind you I have my headphones on and am in the middle of a set. Politely I ask him to wait for me to finish. I finish and take of my headphones. He tells me he's thinks he has talked to me before. I pretend I don't remember. NO KIDDING he asks me if I am a model. I'm thinking "What are you on? Have you ever seen a 5 foot 2 model? And what kind of lame line is this?" I laugh the polite haha laugh and tell him, "No I'm not." Creepy old guy. "Well I just think you should be bc you are absolutely lovely, just lovely" (Again with the lovely, who uses that word?) Then...HE TOUCHES MY ARM!!! Politely I say "Thank you." then put on my headphones and go on with another set. Creepy old guy gets up and walks away. A few minutes later he comes my way, but I see him and I pick up my towel and head elsewere.
If this happened to you, what would you do? After the whole thing there were several things I thought about doing. 1. Telling the staff about him. 2.Asking the people next to me, if they heard it and what they thought. 3. Biting his head off and telling him if he touched me again he would painfully regret it. 4. Never returning.
I'll tell you what I did end up doing later.
