Back in the early 90s. Schmoe used to call Golds Gym and also my workplace which he knew hired body builders. Schmoe would make lewd comments, breath hard, ask questions about physical characteristics and say things to try to get a rise out of whomever they were speaking to. Stuff like: "Superman, flex those pecs." "Eddie Robinson is my favorite" or "how big is your third leg"
Apparently he would also offer money sometimes for a private posing session. A friend of mine, of questionable morality, at one point arranged to meet with this schmoe for one of the paid private posing sessions. Not sure of the exact location details but he was instructed to stand shirtless but wearing blue gym shorts on a certain corner in Santa Monica at a certain time of day and the schmoe would come to meet him on the corner (pre cell phone).
The schmoe never showed, but the friend did see a person looking with binoculars at him from a nearby balcony who he thought was the schmoe. I think it's probably for the best as this guy probably would have robbed the schmoe.