Mostly, I toss cursory glances at both men and women to see who's buff, who's not and how I compare. But it's kind of hard to just stare at someone without looking like a freak. That said, the other day I was running on a treadmill across from a woman on a stairclimber, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing a white shirt that you could see her nipples through, her eyes were closed and her mouth was half open. She was dripping with sweat. It was pretty erotic and I couldn't believe a crowd of guys hadn't formed around her to see the show. She didn't turn me on, exactly, but she did get my attention. Another time I saw a 70-year-old man's testicles because they were hanging out of his short shorts on the exercise bike. But that doesn't count because it was an accident.
Honestly, I don't go to the gym to ogle at men, but I will let my eyes linger on a particularly great bod. And if I'm thinking about sex, it's usually when I let my mind wander while I'm running, and then I'll drum up some amazing memory of sex with my boyfriend and replay every second in my head.
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