Thanks to many of you who have responded. I do appreciate it. You are right, of course, that the greater philosophical question is why do men cruise anyway. I have to respond to a bit of that.
First, on the practical side, one of you suggested I cover up. Well, while I see your point, I don't really like the suggestion. A swimsuit is out as it is constricting. A towel, while okay, gets hot and damp and I just don't like it. I prefer to be totally unclothed.
Secondly, as I mentioned, I'm not always averse to the attention. I was really pondering the WHY they seem to hit on me when they don't necessarily do so with other guys. I've seen guys in the locker room who had the type of body I'd love to have. There's one guy who has it all--great build, great dick, great ballsac, even great hair for goodness sake--and he doesn't get hit on. I think I know why, though. I tried to strike up a conversation once and he was monosyllabic, clearly giving me the signal he's not interested--in a casual conversation or anything else. (Since then we've talked outside of the locker room and now he greets me when he sees me, even if we're in the shower or steam room. I think he was afraid I was hitting on him and I wasn't.)
Maybe it's my generally open disposition, which I think does lend itself to being approachable. Or, as one guy told me when I posed this question to him (um, I think he was on his knees when I asked but that's beside the point), "You got a nice package man. Tasty lookin'." How can one argue with such logic, I ask you?!
I must disagree with the conclusion that we are animals, however. While there is certainly a base instinct at work here, I do think we can show some respect, discretion, and aplomb in these situations. That's not always easy to muster when one is naked and horny, but certainly we can do it.
Any further insights would be much appreciated. Many years ago a girl I worked with (well, really she was an employee of mine which surprised me all the more) told me she thought I was gay, even though she knew I was married and expecting. Others agree with her assessment, and I've wondered since then if I was sending out signals I didn't intend. Mind you, there are many people around here who think if you can dress decently, are relatively fit, have a nuanced sense of humor, and like literature more than sports, you must be gay. I do, after all, live in Oklahoma.
But in the steam room, they don't know this. Ah, the trials I must bear. I'm stressed just thinking about it. I think I need a steam.