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I’ve [F40’s] been a member of a gym now for about a year now and try to go at least twice a week. It is a fitness type gym with rows of machines rather than a testosterone filled muscle pumping one. I go for fitness but it would be rude not to ogle at the athletic men and women who frequent the place although I do observe the code of conduct and not stare at people and conversation is very limited, most wear headphones despite the impossibly load music playing.
One time I did chat with someone was when I was using a machine for my arms. I had already done 45 minutes on the bike and so my vest was soaked in sweet and I generally looked a complete mess. A guy, around about 30, walked up to the machine and casually stood beside it and politely looked the opposite way while I continued curling my biceps.