I hate public bathrooms. I really do. Now I don’t really have any problems with going to bathroom in a general sense. And when I say I have issues with public bathrooms, it’s only in regards to #2. As far as taking a leak is concerned, I can whip it out and go just about anywhere. It’s a total guy thing. We’ve been peeing just about anywhere we pleased since we could stand. But when a guy needs to sit, that’s a whole ‘nother story.
Part of my hatred for public bathrooms stems from being gay. (Mothers may cringe here but there’s nothing graphic) I learned in my early teens that if I wanted to see any type of gay action at all, I was going to find it in the men’s room. And yes I was flashed in the men’s room lots of times. I saw guys having sex in the men’s room lots of times. I even had sex in the men’s room. Considering that this was the mid-70’s and I was in my teens, I felt there was no where else to go where I could have a chance of meeting anyone that felt the same way as I did, except the men’s room. I even looked forward to going to the mall just so I could go to the men’s room, that is until I actually had to go to the bathroom.
There is nothing worse than having someone tap their foot at you, pass you notes on toilette paper, or look at you through the cracks of the door while you’re trying to take a dump. I didn’t want any of that. I simply wanted to focus on the deed at hand and get the hell out of there. It’s a dirty job and it’s not one I wanted to share. And, for me anyway, there is absolutely NOTHING sexually exciting about that.