freakin' on: dirty old men

there's this older "gentleman" that works out at my gym. actually, most of the gentleman that work out there are older. i've overheard many interesting conversations, learned that this guy's wife died recently, that guy had open heart surgery a while back, another guy is about to have knee surgery, etc. most of these guys are in phenomenal shape for their ages. case in point, there's a certain guy who is 77 years old. that's 2 years younger than my grandmother, and she had a wheelchair delivered to her house today. at 77, this guy is buff. he's extremely short, but he has bulging chest and arm muscles. i think of popeye when i see him because his forearms are really big and he has some nautical tattoos.

anyway, this guy always finds a way to come over and talk to me at the gym. i really have no idea why. when i'm working out, i'm fairly certain i give off a look-at-me-and-you're-dead kind of vibe. i guess he isn't very perceptive. he wears one of those muscle beach-type of tank tops when he exercises and once came up to me asking me to sign a petition that would require all the women at the gym to wear said tank tops. yesterday he comes up to me and goes, "so these two ladies and two men are playing golf." at this point i thought he must be suffering from senior dimentia, but then he keeps going and tells a joke involving one of the ladies massaging one of the guys' balls. i laugh politely and uncomfortably excuse myself. i was taught to respect my elders. what's a girl to do?