Bathroom Break

I am not in a good mood. This blog entry will probably be sh-tty, and it is fitting, because I wanted to talk a bit about bathrooms.

Have you ever noticed that once in a while, you will hear or read something bizarre, then trip over another bizarre thing, and then another. Numerologists sometimes talk about the rule of three. Not sure I believe in that – though, I never knew I tended to be Buddhist until quite recently.

Well, I was reading one of Deb's posts recently – and the post concerned one of her dates, a trip to the bathroom and a very bizarre request. Read her blog entry entitled "Competing with a Man." But I have a couple of requests before you read Ms. Deb: (1) don't fall in love with the chick. She is in a monogamous relationship, and men and woman tend to lust after this woman; and (2) don't tell me, "thanks for the link. Looks like I will be reading her instead of you, second-class heterosexual witch." Why for the second one – it is just not nice, bad karma and all (another Buddhist comment – I started hedging my bets, what if I am wrong? Rooting for the wrong religion and all. Just kidding actually, but might as well keep an open mind.)

Anyway, after reading Deb's blog entry – oh, and by the way I learned another word: cha-cha. Much less embarrassing to say than the P-word. The Cliff's Notes version of what happened dealt with some seductive words exchanged in a bathroom after the heroine dodging kisses from the cute blond. The thing that puzzles me is why call it a cha-cha when you are that brazen to ask someone to wipe it?

Moving to instance two – heard on the radio about "Two NFL cheerleaders arrested in bathroom sex incident." Sports Illustrated has the full story here, but let's just recap it for you: two women were having sex in a bathroom stall, a third woman, probably doing a pee dance, just wanted in the stall (not for the sex, but to void urine, imagine using a stall for its intended purpose), and complained to management. She must have really had to go.

Heck, I can see going to the men's room – men are so cool about clearing out for women, they really are. Then she could have peed, and returned to the performance area in the other restroom. Makes sense to me.

Numerology – everything in threes. Numerology is – no pun intended – crap, but people think this way. The third event actually was bouncing around in my head. Not sure I want to relay all of the sordid details, but more than 2 years ago, I was at a club, the music was good, I was dancing with some random guy. "Cute as hell" guy – probably in college. To cut out the details, I ended up having unprotected sex in the men's room with this guy that night. Caught a STD – treatable with medication, shared it with hubbie, hubbie caught said STD, and he knew where he got it. I confessed to cheating, and as they say, "the rest is history."

Not sure why sex in bathrooms is so rampant. Because for each time you hear about it, it is happening other times as well. And bathrooms are dirty. Yuck.

I need to take a shower. Maybe I will invite Deb.