I’ve just worked out at the gym. I feel good. So there I am, having a shower, minding my own business. I hear the laughter of women in the background. Next minute, I feel hands on my shoulders, as a rather robust looking naked woman spins me around. Yes, I’m completely naked as well, under the shower, and... well... rather vulnerable to say the least. I only barely register what she’s just bleated to the group of three women standing in front of me with their mouths open.
She practically wailed aloud: “Look... it’s like we’re a different species!”
I was in shock. I couldn’t get out of there quickly enough.
I didn’t even hang around to rinse off. I grabbed my towel, wiped the suds off, stumbled into my clothes and ran out of there without a second glance. What the heck was that all about, hey?
From time to time, over the next few weeks, I’d see the lady who had, in my mind, violated me. I’d quickly avert my eyes and move away. She’d walk in the other direction too. I couldn’t work out what her deal was...

Excerpted from an article originally published in the Mar/Apr 2011 issue of YourTradingEdge magazine. All rights reserved. © Copyright 2011, Your Media Edge Pty Ltd.
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