Gym

Obviously you've read the title, and if you know me, you understand that I'm not the greatest at going to a gym regularly.  However, I manage to go regularly now, three to four times a week.  

In Canada, most of the time you go to the gym and at first you'll try to work really hard because you feel you need to impress people.  In Korea, if you go the gym and actually do any sort of workout, your doing more exercise than 75% of the people there.  Most of the people that go, just stand around, maybe hop on a machine for a couple minutes, and then walk around some more.  Maybe go on a bike, but not actually bike, just sit on it.  I think they feel good to say that they are a member of a gym.

Next, I shower at the gym, and there are no stalls just a bunch of shower heads on the wall. Just a big shower room.  I don't really have a problem with this.  You may think it was only a stereotype about asians and their manhood, but I guarentee it most certainly is not.  As I've told you they stare a lot in public at white people, but it doesn't compare to the amount you get stared at when you walk around naked in the shower and locker room.  I feel like a peice of meat.   To some extent its flattering, but when 50 and 60 year old men are looking at you, its a little awkard. 

I could write a blog entry on here everytime I go to the gym about the weird stuff you experience there.  Just the other day, some old man stood about a foot in front of me, just staring at me while I was stretching.  I figured he would leave, but he just continued to stare.  I said hi, and he got all excited and shook my hand, and asked where I was from.  Then, he tells me that he thinks I'm handsome.  It started out weird as hell with him staring at me, and now it appears we have crossed the line.  I'm obviously stunned by this and I'm really uncertain of an answer, and all the comes out is thanks.  Smooth, way to let a guy whos really creeping you out feel ok about it by accepting his compliments.  Thankfully, I manage to say "have a good night" and he leaves me alone. But we meet again.....In the shower room, and from across the room, I hear him yelling saying HI to me.  He's waving like were long, lost friends.  At this point we have definetly went way over the line, so I shower as quickly as possible and get the fuck out of there before I have to deal anymore of his creepiness.  If I didn't, who knows what might have happened, he may have wanted to play swords with me.