Scene: College Crew Team Boathouse, after practice.
The Men’s crew team at my school, like most other small, liberal arts colleges, suffered from a bro-mance problem, a problem that definitely pushed the bounds of a platonic relationship. Intra-team romances were notoriously public, and the men’s team seemed to thrive on the juicy details of their teammates’ conquests—you will rarely find a viable male partner on a crew team, especially during the college years of their ‘cognitive development’.
One cool, fall day, the men’s team finished practice before the women’s team, and when we came off the water, what we discovered in the boathouse was less than reassuring.
As we walked past the entrance to the men’s locker room we saw….shower steam pouring out of the entrance….and we heard…’it’s raining men’ blasting from the radio accompanied by the off-tune bellows of our male teammates.
Needless to say…when you mix spandex and a bro-mance enforced environment….the line between hetero and homosexuality disappears, and us ladies are, unfortunately, left with no choice: SFAR!
