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Living my entire life in New York City, I have experienced a great deal of things. Some experiences have been good, and some have not. Today I will share a personal story, a true story, and it really taught me that I have a great deal of self-control.
This story takes place back when I trained at Bally’s total fitness in midtown, the year was 2001 or so. During that time frame, I was dating a woman and we worked out with each other, and then we would spend some quality time relaxing in the Jacuzzi.
This particular Bally’s had a very homosexual heavy population. I have always stated that I have no issue with gays. I’m of the mindset that to each their own. Back then, I would get hit on by men quite often, even when it was clear that I was with my then girlfriend, and I had no interest whatsoever. I always took it in stride though. I’d say, thank you, but no thank you, and I’d keep it moving. To me, it has always been a compliment to get hit on, by either male or female suitors. In fact, getting hit on by very attractive gay men made me feel even better! One of my friends used to always tell me: “If hot gay dudes are hitting on you, you got it going on, Angel!”
There was this one man, he was an older fella. We’ll call him Badger, as in Honey Badger, cause this crazy old fool didn’t give a crap. You’ll see what I mean in a short moment.
I struck a bit of a friendship with Badger. He was nice enough, and he was a cool dude to talk to. This old dude was a wild elderly man, one time he introduced me to a stunning Brazilian woman. He said, “Angel, this is my wife. I will let you sleep with her, if you let me watch.” As I mentioned earlier, I was dating a woman whom I loved very much, so I passed up on the fine Brazilian lady. He then said, she can participate too! Again, I passed up on the offer.
One day after leaving the jacuzzi, and before splitting for the showers, my then lady and I spent time together at the hallway. We planned for dinner, kissed, and then parted for the showers. This one time we got a little too intense, and my body responded if you know what I’m saying!
So now I was in the shower stall, after going hot and heavy with my girl for a few minutes. I was hot and ready to go, but attempted to calm down as I showered. Badger, the crazy old man, passed by my shower stall and smiled at what he saw in between my legs. In Spanish he said “Oh my, what is this? Are your true gay colors making themselves known to us? I knew it!” Then he did the unthinkable! This freaking guy stuck his hand in the stall, grabbed my penis, made a sucking motion with his mouth and said: “Your penis is so beautiful.”
My initial reaction was shock! I couldn’t believe that this guy just grabbed my freaking penis! My next reaction was that I had to slap the crap out of this guy, I grew up in the hood, and that’s what you had to do. Street rules! I finished up at the showers, and then I put on some pants and went looking for him. I found him sitting down, and he looked up at me; his aged face was glowing with excitement. He was such an old man that my frustration dissipated. I just couldn’t get myself to slap this man for sexually molesting me by grabbing my penis. I calmly asked him what made him believe that it was okay to do that to me? He stated that he thought I would like it because I was visibly excited, if you know what I mean.
At that point, I told him that if he ever did anything like this again, next time I would have him arrested. I told him that I would not take legal action against him this time, but not to press his luck. I forbade him from ever speaking to, or interacting with me or my then girlfriend ever again! I told him that if he spoke to me again, I would report him to the authorities for sexual assault. It’s been well over a decade since then, and I don’t know what became of that old man. However, for a while after that incident, he’d look at us, but he never said anything to me or my girl.
I am almost certain that had I slapped this man, I’d probably get in trouble for abusing the elderly. I know that I made the right decision. This guy was ancient and I couldn’t justify the action. I have since shared this story, and many people tell me that I should have reported him because he was a predator. On hindsight, I don’t know if I did the right thing, but beating the crap out of an old man because he grabbed my penis in the shower didn’t seem like the right thing to do.
So now that you have heard this story, what do you think? Would your machismo have sent you to prison? Would you have harmed a very old man for his disrespectful actions? I’m curious to know what you would do if you were in my shoes?