Usually happens right as I'm gathering my gym bag to go, and have run out of plausible stalling tactics, and I try to steal a glance on my way out the door as he strips off the tighty whities.
I am looking at the photo and thinking "isn't that the old Gold's Gym on Market Street in the Castro? Followed by "does anyone wear plain tidy whities any more?"
Hold still. I know what I'm doing.
ReplyDeleteDid I ever tell you I was in the band? I was very good on the rusty trombone.
ReplyDeleteUsually happens right as I'm gathering my gym bag to go, and have run out of plausible stalling tactics, and I try to steal a glance on my way out the door as he strips off the tighty whities.
ReplyDeleteI am looking at the photo and thinking "isn't that the old Gold's Gym on Market Street in the Castro? Followed by "does anyone wear plain tidy whities any more?"
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