The year was 1969. I was a fifteen year old bodybuilder from Nor Cali. The family was in L.A. for a few days visiting my dad's side of the family, as we did a couple times a year for the holidays. While in town, I asked my dad to drop me off at Gold's gym in Venice while they went sightseeing. Back then the "mecca" of bodybuilding was magical.
I remember seeing Arnold, Zane, Draper, Frank Richards, Franco, Zabo, Ed Giuliani, Serge Jacobs, Bill Pettis and others. I got autographs from all the above. Everyone was very cordial, professional, and a gentleman.
I was sitting quietly by a wall in the gym, a safe distance from the action just mesmerized at the scene that I was witnessing. Suddenly Arnold calls out to me from across the gym as polite as can be and says; "Excuse me, do you have a sister?" I replied no. Arnold then says; "The reason I ask is because a girl came in here earlier to whom you bear a striking resemblance, so I thought that you might be her younger brother." (or words to that effect) Then he says; "Oh! But she was a good looking girl!" (ha ha). Arnold was nevertheless respectable to me as a young kid, even in unassuming conversation.
That Arnold. Just goes to show you. He must have been staking out pussy 24/7.