What's With Totally Naked Chicks In The Locker Room?

It's been a while since I've been in a girl's locker room.
I was in them all the time for high school gym class or
after field hockey practice. I know the image of a girl's
locker room is like a dude's wet dream but guys...let me
be the first to tell you...it ain't always a pretty site.

For example, in college at night I swam in our Olympic
sized swimming pool. It was all fun and relaxing until
inevitably like clockwork I'd run into my sixty year old
Children's Lit professor who not only walked around
nude in the women's locker room but would have full
blown conversations with me while toweling off her
'lower regions'. As if listening twice a week to this
woman ramble on and on about the life of Lewis Carroll
wasn't creepy enough I was also forced to grapple with
a reoccurring image of her slipping into a pair of black
stockings sans underwear.

Tonight I joined the New York City Y pool. The locker
room was a mixed bag of modest people, semi-modest
people like me and your full on, 'hi i'm naked and proud,
excuse me while I bend into my locker and expose you
to my inner regions via my butthole' types. Whatever.
I'm trying to be more casual about it. I even had the
courage to bend down in my thong to pick up my sock
while a girl walked by fully dressed behind me. Little did
I know I'd see her walking by five minutes later with nothing
on but a gold diamond necklace with scripty letters that
read, 'Laticia'.