What’s The Story, Morning Glory?

This morning at the gym, I was peacefully dressing up after showering when a guy came in the locker area. His assigned locker was just across mine. I still had my towel around my waist, drying off my feet. On the gym PA system the song “Wonderwall” by Oasis was playing.

I said maybe
You’re gonna be the one that saves me?

The guy was around my height, with a lean frame. He had a wicked tattoo on his right shoulder snaking all the way down his biceps and triceps. And he was singing along to the song.

And after all
You’re my wonderwall

“Haaay, ang aga naman ng Singing Bee ha!” I thought to myself.

He raised his voice. Either he was trying to out-wail Liam Gallagher, or he heard my thought.

“I said maaahy-beeeeeeee…”

He yowled and stretched his vowels. I cringed as I applied foot powder.

“Yah gonna be d’won tha’ say-ves mheeeeeee…?”

“Lord, save me!” I prayed silently.

“An’ aftaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaaw…”

I should have known what was coming.

“Yer mah wonder-wooow!”

I pause mid-application of foot powder. “My wonder wow?” I asked myself. “Wonder wow?! Anuvahyun?!”

By this time he had already stripped to his underwear. He wore a low-rise pair of briefs that looked one size too big for him. His package created a floppy bulge in his crotch area. And in fairness, he had six-pack abs!

“Now that’s a wonder wow!” I said to myself, as other naughty thoughts flashed through my mind.

He wrapped his towel around his waist, stripped off his underwear and proceeded to the showers. He glanced my way as he walked past. Our eyes met for a nano-second. Then he turned the corner.

And I hummed to myself: “I said maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me…” as I placed the foot powder back into my bag, tightened the towel around my waist and followed.

Yes, Virginia. There is karaoke in the sauna.