Day 28: You Gotta Go Sometime.

I woke up a bit late for spinning this morning, so I rushed into the bathroom to find my husband standing in front of the toilet.

I'M PEEING! he yelled.

No, you're not, I responded. I'm right here, there's no pee.

BECAUSE YOU'RE IN HERE.

Hey, the door was open.  I shut the door and backed out into the hallway.

I know you're still there.

I went into the bedroom, changed for class, and then approached the bathroom.  The door was open again.

All clear? I asked.

All clear, he responded. 

Good.  I washed my face and brushed my teeth quickly.

You know I can't pee with anyone watching me, he told me as I swished mouthwash, probably because I couldn't respond. 

I spat.  I know, baby, but in a Post-Apocalyptic World you may not have the privacy of a bathroom.

Then I'll hold it.  Or take one of those Pee-Shy Classes.

Pee-Shy Classes?

Yeah, where they train you to be able to pee around other people.

I raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was bullshitting me in the exact way I do to him (telling him that tug-of war was a way to settle land disputes in Colonial America, and that it was good luck to catch the foreskin at a bris.  It should be noted that this is no mark on my husband's intelligence, but my ability to sell a story.)

They really exist, he told me.

I Googled it.  Sure enough, you can learn to pee around other people by taking a Shy Bladder Workshop offered by the Shy Bladder Center.

Now I have zero issues peeing around other people, but if you do, you might think about adding that ability to your Post-Apocalyptic Arsenal.   Because no matter how much of a bad-ass you are, you gotta go sometime.

Comments

[will]

Are you signing me up for my birthday?

[Ameya]

haha! My boyfriend is like that too. He won't go anywhere in public unless he knows for sure no one else is in the bathroom, so we have to rush home. Such a pain. I'm defiantely going to tease him with those classes now 0:)

[Fearsclave]

You know, this is one survival skill that I'd never even heard of...

[Rus]

o_O

There are classes to learn how to pee.

I think I just heard Cthulhu roll over. Almost time to get up.

On the other hand, there is such a thing as too casual.

A few months ago we were out at a restaurant and I had to use the facilities. Guy comes in and uses the urinal next to me. As I'm finishing up, his cell rings. He answers it and the conversation goes something like this:

"Hey, what's up?"
"No, nothing much... "
"Well, yeah, I'm taking a piss... "
"No, I can multitask... "

I left about then.

[Johnny Hazard]

To echo Rus here a bit; some people NEED some shyness in their piss-efforts. From full-blown conversations that last as long as the stream does to crying over a lost girlfriend to aiming at my shoes, men can be down-right bizarre in front of the urinal.

I'm not shy but I definitely don't discuss geopolitics with my bits in my hand. So, count your blessings Will.

[t. primo]

I always try to go into the stall for privacy in public restrooms. I used to have "a shy bladder" but taughht myself how to deal. Actually, a girlfriend with the same problem told me she would look @ the top of the crack in the stall door, and move her eys downward until she was staring at the bottom, and that is when she could start going. I tried this trick, and it still works to this day if I can't use the stall. (i follow the lines in the tile infront of the urinal)

I also prefer the stall for the reasons mentioned by another commentor. I feel bathroom time is private. I don't want to have a conversation, or even overhear one. People who talk on the phone while eliminating waste have some major issues, besides being rude and fuctarded.

[Maidryn]

I'm not usually shy about peeing in a public restroom but if there is a line up and someone is waiting for me to finish, I seize up because I can't pee under time pressure.
Also, I was wondering what kind of homework those "shy peeing" workshops would assign.

[Scath]

LOL...funny. My hubby could teach those classes, I think. =)

[sizzle]

I guess that makes sense that those classes would exist. I mean you can attend a workshop to find your own orgasm in a circle of other women, right? Thank you, Betty Dodson.