It's A Jungle Out There

I've always been pretty comfortable in the changing rooms of the gyms I go to. I've never been really bothered or adverse to seeing fellow women-folk changing out completely in front of their lockers.

Perhaps having come from a girls' school, where changing out into our PE attire without having to go to the toilets was quite "an art" to master, I am one who thinks that it's not such a big deal changing out in front of the other ladies. As long as it is discreet enough, with some level of decency and courtesy to the others around.

This thus brings me to the point of my entry today. At this point, I apologise to the guys reading in, it may get a little too detailed and uncomfortable for your liking. So stop here if you have to!

Yes, it was THAT traumatic that I have to put this down. I've noticed her before. It was her super long straight 小倩-like hair that ends at her butt that caught my attention. And her sanitary napkin that was sticking out of her tongs (yes! how these 2 are supposed to be used together, I have no freakin' idea). SORRY GUYS!!!

Never mind. It could be a case of emergency for her that day, perhaps she had no other choice. I can deal with that.

This evening, I saw her again. She was wearing a long gown of leopard prints. Leopard prints could sometimes be quite ok, though I would rather be caught dead than wearing one. But this gown of hers, it looked like a mix of some African mama's big dress and some auntie's sleeping gown. Ok that's disturbing enough.

Then, she took off her "gown". Top was black, tongs were white. That's already a no-no, by the simple basics of "matching colours". Both undergarments were taken off next, and lo and behold, she turned and started strutting around the changing room. Towards the vanity mirror, then off to the shower room.

She walked nekkid right towards me. I didn't think I would have been that traumatised, if not for what I saw. And I thought seeing those pictures from the Ed*s*n Ch*n drama was enough to warrant more business for waxing parlours.

No, this one wins hands-down. I've never seen such a riot. SORRY!!! But sometimes, a little bit of pruning will be that much better. I know I didn't need to look if I didn't want to, but she was THERE, right in front of me. I was too much in shock. I found myself gasping for air, not sure whether it was from the vigorous session of body combat just before, or the "breathtaking sight".

Ok, you might be wondering why I was standing around - I was waiting for a lady to finish using her locker that was right below mine.

Concluding this seemingly "boliao" post, I am not saying that every gal should go out and get a brazilian right away. No, you don't have to. But like the crowning glory on your head, I think we should all have some good grooming sense.