Creepy Old Man

Sometimes, I feel as though I'm turning into a creepy, old man. You know, the kind that stares at those fortunate enough to appear on Men's Health.

For example, today at the gym, the hottest member was running on a treadmill. Since I had to start cardio again for the first time in two months, I purposely found a machine behind him. This way, he wouldn't see me appreciating his running form. Was it pure motivation or something more disturbing?

After all, I don't like being cruised by trollish figures lurking in dark corners. Then again, when it happens, I tell myself "If the attention stops, only then do I truly have a problem."