Gym Showers_(1)
It all started when I was eighteen years old… It was summer time, and school had finished for the week. I had been home, done my homework, and had dinner; in fact, it had been a pretty regular day in my life. Being a Friday, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that no social events were on tonight, so I thought I’d hit the gym instead. So there I was, a skinny 5’9″ guy in my black shorts, white t-shirt, and tennis shoes. Towel in bag, bag on back, feeling pretty fly. I probably wasn’t as muscular as my reflection liked to tell me, but I wasn’t in bad shape either. I was yet to fill out, but you couldn’t deny I had some definition. I walked up the stairs of the gym …