Going to the Bathroom

Today is so full of everything at work, so I don't really have time to write. Well this will be a speed post. I hope it is not crap.

When I was a junior in college, I spent the night at a "friends" dorm room. In the morning, I woke up in someone's arms. I woke up because of my bladder, and thought to myself, "Okay, I am screwed. There is not a bathroom in this dorm room, just a community bathroom down the hall." I sort of smelled the bathroom on the way to the room last night. The door with the moldy door frame.

Anyway, I asked my "friend" to be an escort down the hall. His response was that "guys were cool and they won't look." Yeah, my prince charming was less of a prince and more of a charmer. So I put myself together, and go down the hall, hoping to avoid all of the boys on the hall.

Well, as I am approaching the hall, a sleepy-headed boy (freshman or sophomore, probably) is approaching from the other end of the hall. Great. Not what I really wanted.

Our eyes meet and I give him a smile.

Leesa: "Could you be a dear and see if anyone is in there?"

Boy: "Sure. And I can guard the door while you, er, use the facilities."

I should point out two things – I used the diminutive word "dear" to hopefully disengage any masculan "see woman, want woman" sort of Neanderthal behavior. And this guy was a complete gentleman.

So after he checked the room, he reappeared, apologized for the condition of the room and waited guard outside.

I had been in men's bathrooms before (mostly on dares while in school), and this one was a bit more er, gross, than the other ones. I enter the stall, and the off-white stall paint was surprisingly fresh. Unfortunately, some artists had drawn two voluptuous females. Drawn them well, actually, and there was two male figures, one riding the other one. The homosexual scene sort of surprised me, actually.

There was quite a bit of TP in the stall, and then I decided that this stall, sans art, seemed the cleanest of the three. I wipe the seat, as it had seen quite a bit of missed pee, and then do my business.

Afterwards, as I was washing my hands in one of the four identical basins, I looked into the long mirror. Eh, I looked surprisingly decent, considering I had not even brushed my hair. I splashed cool water onto my face, and tried unsuccessfully to straighten my hair with my fingers. I really did not know what I expected – as if it would make things that much better.

Afterwards, I exited the bathroom and thanked the young gentleman. I smiled when speaking to him, and apologized for his inconvenience. And his last words to me were, "Have a good day." Sort of like we were meeting on the street or something.

I know this is typical dorm life, but it was pretty foreign to me at the time. Like I stepped from a dream. Oh, and I found out my "friend" was sort of a jerk. At least it took a short amount of time to figure that out.