Are You Stalking Me?

For some reason, I draw the oddities in the locker room.  I suppose these occurrences are not oddities to others; however, to me, they leave room for pause.  Actually, I'm sure it has to do with some level of immaturity on my part, mainly because when presented with such an odd situation, I am inclined to fits of laughter.  But, I can't do that in a locker room, because it's a naked place.  Some folks would be uncomfortable and offended.  They should be more concerned with offending my eyes and my sense of smell, yet they aren't, so I'm not.

Today, I was changing after a brief run.  (Sidebar -- I've had a cold and a pulled muscle in my back AND some unbelievably ridiculousness work nonsense to deal with, so I haven't been getting the fitness time that I need.  As I've worked so hard to lose weight, I have no intention of putting it back on.  Also, it's a total stress reliever for me.)  Suddenly, a figure appeared beside me in a towel.  I saw him glance at me once, then again.  Perhaps he was feeling me out before (STOP IT!  THIS ISN'T PORN!) saying hello.

I realized who it was.  I said hi.  Had thoughts to previous odd run-ins and then turned to the side to keep from laughing.  (Let me level set this -- fucking work phrase -- it's no one particularly vile, it's just uncomfortable for me because of who he is.  I'm not telling, because folks who know me will know, but, um, yeah...go with it).  This is a person of some authority, so it makes me uncomfortable when I'm in a position where I have to have a naked conversation with him.  I really don't need for him to be talking and FLOP, Little Marin pops out.  It's just weird.  (I recognize how immature this is on my part, but seriously, sometimes I'm such a 14 year old boy at heart.  Seriously, a well placed fart and I'm going to crack up). 

Mind you, this time I was able to have a full on, face to face conversation.  (That's right, bask in my naked glory, Marin!)

Previously, it was even more awkward.  As in, I had to turn away completely to keep from laughing.  (See above; no guy wants you to laugh at him in the locker room). 

Though today's conversation was uncomfortable, as he kept rambling while someone was in between us changing.  Normally that guy is me and I feel weird, so I feel his pain.

Anyway, the point of this story?  No one needs to be surprised by a bare Marin.