I ate lunch at El Maguey on Friday, and sat next to a table of U.S. Border Agents. I’ve never seen so many nervous employees.
I figured the agents would enjoy their lunch, and then perform a raid. But they left right after I did.
Now, let me recap my Saturday night.
I went to my new (former) girlfriend’s place. We had agreed to meet around 4:30, and then go to the grocery store to get stuff to make dinner.
I received a text message around 2:00 that said she wanted us to go to her daughter’s around 7:30 to look at her Christmas decorations over a glass of wine.
Fine.
When I got to her place, she said her sister and her boyfriend were coming over, which meant we wouldn’t have time to go to the grocery store.
Fine.
After they left, I went to the bathroom, and didn’t shut the door.
Not fine.
I was told how disrespectful that was, and it was probably best that I leave.
Fine.
Excuse me, but sometimes I get the urge to urinate during a conversation with someone I know well. I choose to continue the conversation rather than shutting the door. Otherwise I run the risk of forgetting what we were talking about.
I guess opening car doors, not getting upset when she changes plans, letting her decide where to go and what to do, never letting her pay, giving her compliments – well, apparently those gentlemanly acts don’t trump the sound of urine hitting toilet water.
Shit, I’m proud of myself for actually using the toilet.
Next.
So hard to find my way. Now that I’m all on my own. I saw you just the other day. My, how you have grown.
Did you really look in her eyes !?
Only her brown eye. Just kidding. But I didn’t choose the post title because it reminded me of a specific person. It just happened to be playing while I was masturbating. I mean writing.
ok i’m a newbie at posting to these things. this thread is rather ‘old’ in online communication time. but…
5 people live in my house.
3 over 20, 2 under 5.
we never close the door to urinate.
and we are actually civilized…indoor plumbing and all.
basically, you are welcome to pee in my house and keep on chatting, we all know when to divert the eyes and how to have a conversation with someone ‘on the pot’ or just ‘on pot’. (last one no one can ever prove…ever)