Does it ever bother you that as a woman, you'll never know what 99% of men's restrooms look like? Except, if you're me, like 93% because of the ones you accidentally walk into and then - stunned - hustle out of. For men, vice versa. In middle school, we convinced the boys that our locker room had a couch and free soda...and frankly, though we were lying, I still often think: I wonder what lays beyond that men's room door. Especially at work. Is their area just a mirror image of ours? Or is there a club house? The Emerald City? A Cheshire Cat or the Queen of Hearts?
Eh, most likely just a bizarre balance of looking at the guy next to you but not, you know, looking at the guy next to you. Thank God for stalls and the other amenities in women's rooms - like rainbows, roses and unicorns.
That's all for today. I'm really trying to get back in the writing groove - can you tell?
Smell ya later.
I drunkenly stumbled after a date into the men's restroom at a restaurant/bar once - small, swipe-your-card-and-watch-porn televisions. I exclaimed, "Oh, porn!" And a guy who wasn't my date said to me, "Hey, come on in."
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