I think I've finally entered the category of Hot.
Last Wednesday, I was at the gym, when two teenage Korean boys felt me up.
Backtrack: they came in, and did their sets. They were lithe, nubile, and very slender. One of them looked like a doll, the other looked like one of those androgynous Japanese rockers. They were lifting very, very light weights, and they kept giggling. 8 reps a set, followed by 30-seconds of giggling. It was all very amusing, and uplifting, considering my other option for live entertainment was a chubby, sweaty guy who kept making weird noises. I think, I'll sign up for the giggling effeminate foreigners.
So, when they're done with their work out, they hang out outside, by the bench, smoking. I passed by the door to get my bag (the shelves are near the exit), and they waved at me to join them. So, I did.
That's when they started feeling me me up. "How long have you been working out?" said the one who looks like a Japanese crossdressing rock band vocalist. "Oh, this is really good." He was squeezing my chest.
I'm pretty sure it was devoid of malice, and they were probably just looking out for an achievable goal to set their eyes on. But whatever it was, it felt good to be felt up by strangers. The last time I was felt up by a total stranger was in the MRT, and I'm not entirely sure if it actually happened or I imagined it, having issues with my personal space and all.
Now, I have a new motivation. To work out harder, bulk up, and maybe, the next time someone feels me up in public, I'll get to charge a fee for it or something.
