Weapons of mass distraction

Pretty boys really need licenses to wield their beauty... and my gym locker room really needs a neon sign just near the entrance that says "warning, distraction ahead!", especially when said pretty boy is unwittingly getting changed just as an easily distracted fella like me enters the locker room.

I'm usually distracted by beardy and fuzzy guys but this morning as I stepped into the men's locker room my eyes locked onto the finely chiselled body of an exquisitely well proportioned, smooth and classically handsome man whom I'd never seen before.  As I made my way across the locker room, past one of the low benches dotted around the room, I also tried to steer around another fella who had his back to me while buttoning his shirt.  All the while my eyes never left the divine form of the heavenly fella on the far side of the room until my reverie was broken with the sudden and very audible sound of my shoulder crashing into the shirt-buttoning fella's slightly ajar locker door!

Of course, if my gaze hadn't been so sharply focused (and my brain had been a little more engaged in the act of obstacle negotiation) I might have seen the offending locker door on the bounds of my peripheral vision and stepped aside with tai chi inspired grace and balance...  All I could do was slink into my preferred corner of the changing room and realise that if the other fellas didn't suspect I fancy men, they probably did now.  Mortifying as the experience was, I soon brushed the embarrassment aside and continued to savour the rapturous memory of this wonderful stranger's form for the rest of the day.