The gym was fairly busy this morning. There were these two french guys in the weights area – one who was very hot. I’ve seen him a few times: dark, curly hair with some grey. Beard. Dark-skinned, strong muscles. Good looking face. Early 30s? Very, very hot.
Was he checking me out or was that a false impression? You know how some gay guys are: they look at you just to see if you’re looking at them… But with this one, I don’t know. I’ve seen him a few times at the gym. I don’t have the courage to hold his stare – he’s too good looking for me (I keep telling myself.) But we keep “noticing” each other. Clocking each other’s arrival. And do I want to go down this road when I have a boyfriend waiting for me at home?
The upstairs changing room is currently being refurbished so everyone has to use the pool’s changing room. A mixture of hairy, gay guys and dads with their kids. A bit chaotic but nicely masculine. You can shower and get dressed without feeling too many eyes running down your body.
Outside, I scour the sidewalks for hot guys. Bethnal Green is full of them.
I’m alone next weekend and contemplating a visit to one of London’s saunas. I’ve only been to the Basement Complex in Leeds – twice. Third time lucky in the capital? Curious to see how different or similar London’s saunas are from the ones up north.