Weekend Whimsy

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you

Please don’t think the worst of me, but the other day whilst waiting for Alex to exit the ladies room, I caught myself looking through the bathroom door each time a woman entered or exited. All I could see were the sinks, and it seemed that each time the door opened an entire chorus line of women stood side by side, making themselves up in front of the mirror. Lipstick reapplied, hair adjusted, teeth checked for spinach, contact lenses readjusted, smiling/pouting and sometimes just flat-out-staring.

That’s just not something I see in the men’s restroom. If a guy wants to fix hisself up and there’s another of the species present, well, I imagine he would just stand at the urinal until the other dude had left so that he could primp hisself in private. There can be some long pissing matches when two would-be-groomers arrive at the urinal at the same time, turning red-faced, trying to squeeze out a few final noise making drops, getting angry with each other, until one finally gives up and leaves in frustration.

So, yes, when you exit the ladies room and catch me staring at you on the way out, this is what I’m thinking about, and not something dirty and perverted. Don’t mind me.