Since my, um, neighbor, at the gym also noted it, too, I guess it's worth commenting on: Doncha hate when you finish your workout and go back to a near empty locker room... only to discover the only other guy in it is the locker right next to yours?
I mean, we laughed and all... but what is this? You go in, the place looks deserted, you pick a spot - no locks on either side - and you may have even accidentally opened it on some fool who goes lockless (which, frankly, strikes me as more embarrassing than going commando - I mean, dude, we're not thieves anymore, but Christ, did I want to see your socks?), and you change and go to work out, you come back... and bam! There he is.
And I hate to be one to admit it, but part of this is being gay at predominately straight gyms, because you want to get in and out without cruising some poor guy who, you know, is sensitive (and thanks to the gym, hot looking). In New York, I blame New York Sports Clubs, which has become the ubiquitous gym of choice for people who want a good gym without paying too much (otherwise it's NYAC or Reebok... or Crunch if you're all downtown and hip about it), so it's got Chelsea and the Upper East Side... and everything in between. And it's also the inheritor, for better and worse, of that ethos from the first gym craze of the eighties and nineties, when the synonym for Bally's was "Meat Market" (at my first Bally's, I had women hitting on me. I swear). Now it's pansexual cruising, and everyone's a little wary... and we just want a locker of our own, away from the others... is that too much to ask?
Apparently, yes. And I thought I was the only one. And now that I know that we're a group, I think we need a word for it. Any suggestions?