Gyms are definitely a great place to meet people. I met my S/O in the steam room of the West Side "Y" in New York. I had just come out and wasn't too sure about how to express interest...especially when you're sitting without a stitch of clothing on, amongst other nude men, dripping wet from the heat.
He kept trying to make eye contact and I just got more nervous...and thankfully too nervous to get physically excited. I finally got up courage and smiled when I left the steam room. We both showered (this was a busy place so it's not like we were alone) and dressed. Our lockers were at opposite sides of the room so there was no casual way to randomly chat. He walked by me on his way out and I nodded. As he left, I thought to myself, 'Another one has slipped out of my grasp.' A feeling you have after someone interesting cruises by and you do nothing. Later, you want to kick yourself.
On this beautiful fall afternoon, a parade was moving down Central Park West. It picqued my curiosity as I left the "Y" and I walked closer to the activities. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted my guy sitting on a high railing. He turned to me and flipped on a 50,000 watt grin. It took my breath away for a moment. I returned the smile and strolled over. There was no way I was going to let shyness interfere with my hunt, this time.
We introduced ourselves and started talking. Lame crap...but it got the ball rolling. One thing led to the other and we casually walked across the park. He suggested we continue to 3rd Avenue for a beer and a burger at a place he liked. Later, Chuck invited me to his nearby apartment. That started a relationship that lasted 17 years.
Oh, BTW, we always told people we had met at a dinner party. We consider each other great friends...even though we're no longer together.
Jack