I know a lot of women who have problems pooping in bathrooms other than their own home -- they just don't feel comfortable enough. Their reasoning often includes horror stories of a boyfriend figuring out they pooped and making fun, or stopping up the toilet. I'm pretty sure it was addressed on an episode of "Sex & the City," so it is therefore moderately universal. Me, if I have to go, I just go. Restaurant, friend's place, doesn't matter. I'm animal first, socialite second I guess.
When my boyfriend thinks I've been in the bathroom for too long, he calls me Mary Poopins for about an hour and we move on. Above average maturity level.
On that note: Happy Valentine's Day!
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Love is crapping whenever you have to.
ReplyDeleteI should put that on a t-shirt.