I Was Once Molested Before…
When I was back in my poly days at Ngee Ann, I started to frequent the gym because of the influence of a couple of friends. The 3 of us would visit the public gym at Jurong East Sports Complex almost every alternate day.
Some of you guys who knows me in person would go, “Wah! Sure anot. You don’t look like you go to the gym leh!”
I got lazy now. 
But then again, it was the gym that helped me gained much needed weight to be normal. I used to stand at 1.77m in height but weigh only at 53kg.
53KG!
That’s like a BMI of 16.9!!! I bet Sun Yan Zi could wrestle me over at those times. At least now, I am weigh at a nice 68kg.
Anyway, the 3 of us naturally made a few friends over at the gym. Chicks and a few muscled men who love to ogle at themselves in the mirrors while pumping iron. One such guy was a beefy and heavily muscled Thai who always helped to spot us or give us pointers.
Naturally, the world is one big joke and the two friends who persuaded me to get off my skinny butt and go to the gym, started to cease their gym routine. I curse at them all the time but to no avail. Seeing results, I still continued my gym sessions despite the boredom of going alone.
That is when the Thai dude start to become friendlier. Smiles became short talks. Short talks became compliments on my improvements and my body. I didn’t really suspect anything as I thought he was probably a friendly guy opening up. And fact is, I don’t want to be unfriendly to a guy who can bench press three times my weight.
The day came when I happen to bump into him in the toilet. It was an afternoon and there was nobody around and odds of someone walking in on us was low.
Thai Guy: “Wow! You look good!” (points at my arms)
Me: “Yeah. I have been training hard.”
“Yeah. I can see that!” (starts to touch my arms)
“Can be better lar.”
“Your legs too!”
Within the space of a few seconds, he grabbed my inner thigh, squeezed it, moved his hand up to my crotch and swiped his palm across my crown jewels and the royal kuku bird.
A muscled man feeling up a straight guy like me feels like me diving into a pool of shit and then proceeding to eat the whole pool up.
Yes. It was EeeeeeeEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!
I immediately slapped his hand away and pointed at his face and probably swore at him incoherently as I was quite shocked at that time. Amongst the swearing, I think i did mention along the lines of “I am not your KIND”.
He was either very scared of my reaction and started to apologize repeatedly or he just acted apologetically to ease the situation. He then walked out of the toilet and I only seen him at the gym once since then.
Yes, guys do get molested too. My poor crown jewels and royal kuku bird…
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April 23rd, 2008 at 11:06 pm
Now that’s an experience, not one I would like to be in though, despite hitting the gym ever so often.
April 23rd, 2008 at 11:51 pm
Woahhhh that’s way overboard.
You didn’t pray before going out right?!
April 23rd, 2008 at 11:57 pm
HAHA MUST BE MIRC PEOPLE LA,see joke with them lor…
April 24th, 2008 at 12:48 am
Darran> Now be afraid… be very afraid… hehehehee
Winxp> Pray to who? Buddha was occupied. I had to slap his hand away myself..
YongWei> Karma ah? Wahahahahaa
April 25th, 2008 at 3:17 pm
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April 26th, 2008 at 10:45 am
omg! my thoughts of going to the gym …haha!
scary!!!
poor thing…u are so funny the way u recount ur encounter.
1st time reading ur blog. keep on updating
link u up alright? =)
April 26th, 2008 at 12:12 pm
Unfortunately, this post has led to Gay advertisements being placed on the side bar. Wonder if it will be picked up by pro-gay feeds as well. Hopefully, Gays will see this post for the honesty and not as homophobic. Personally, such things do happen and I have had a similar experience. In a nutshell, it was on a bus from Yishun to Ang Mo Kio sitting beside an old man with his hand on my thigh (single placement) for the entire journey when I was 16/17 years old.
Life sucks sometimes…
April 26th, 2008 at 6:37 pm
Ur 2 fren refering to who huh????
Wat did u curse??
curse them to become more handsome n richer ar?
April 27th, 2008 at 2:00 am
Stephen> It would be my pleasure to have u link me up~
Thought Provoker> I am glad you see this post in that light. It’s really meant to be a honest account of my experience with a humorous touch. And I do wonder why u let the old mans hand stay on your thigh… LOL
khiam> my two frens ah.. let me see who ah… YOU AND TONY LAR!
April 27th, 2008 at 2:05 am
I dun rem meeting tat guy leh….
lol
or izzit the both of u always hide one corner n . . . . .
April 28th, 2008 at 11:52 am
Hahaha. Good question. At that age (and being Singaporean = docile), I was really unsure how to react. I was grappling with whether it was just a senile old man or whether something was actually wrong. I spent the whole while contemplating what to do. Eventually, after I got down and thought about it, I figured I should have just elbowed the pervert in his face – the benefit of hindsight, I suppose.
I did hope to encounter him again – since it was a route frequented by me regularly – but alas, I never got the opportunity to get back at the a$$hole.
May 2nd, 2008 at 3:19 pm
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February 14th, 2009 at 1:02 am
omg….177 and 53 only?i’m 165 and 54…skinny though.molested?hoh…never.
achtungs last blog post..Shopping,Makan Malam dan Wayang
February 16th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
Yah. I was scarily skinny back then. SKELETOR walking!