One night last week a bloke talked to me in the pub toilet. Yes, exactly, that\u2019s what I thought. He actually tried to hold a conversation with me while I was going about my business. Yes. He did.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n Most of you reading this will fully understand the distress this caused me, but in case a woman has accidentally logged in, I shall explain: Blokes don\u2019t talk to each other in the loo. Never. Never, ever, ever. It\u2019s just not done. I could be standing there at the urinals with my best mate to my left, my dad to my right and my long-lost brother washing his hand at the sink behind me and no words would be exchanged until we left the Gents. Protocol is to have one hand (or in my case two hands) on your willy and stare straight ahead reading the graffiti or the very amusing adverts for online poker on the wall in front of you. But whatever happens KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, YOUR OPINIONS TO YOURSELF AND YOUR EYES FRONT !!!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n A public lavatory is a place where we men feel at our most vulnerable. We\u2019re not the greatest communicators at the best of times, so the chances of indulging in idle persiflage fly out of the window the minute we get our winkles out. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n So this bloke\u2014let\u2019s, for the sake of looking for another joke, call him Dan\u2014 so this bloke Dan spoke to me in the Gents. I have no idea what he said, I was in shock. All I know is that it wasn\u2019t \u201cAlright, mate?\u201d or \u201cOoooooooh, that\u2019s better\u201d. No, it was in the form of an opening line of a conversation. I just heard noise, my brain couldn\u2019t process the information. Virtually all of my body froze, though part of it went limp and shriveled. I zipped up, nodded politely (I\u2019m British, after all) and left immediately and quickly, and what I had started in the urinal was left to dribble down the inside of my trouser leg as I fled.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n Are you laughing with me?!!! <\/span><\/p>\n I wondered if our boys knew this… so I asked them over lunch. Sammy looks at me and says, “why are you talking like this?” I guess the natural discomfort is something born in them. Sanj said that most boys just pick up on this kind of social etiquette.<\/span><\/p>\n I can’t image going to the bathroom and doing my business in front of everyone. Why are there urinals? How come they just can’t have stalls like we do? What does it mean when a guy does go into a stall?<\/span><\/p>\n Aw… the mysteries of the opposite sex!<\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Living in a house full of men, I learn the funniest things. Women, we really are a very different sex. We just are. There really isn’t a better sex, just very different. Sanj comes home from being out and shares … Continue reading ![\"roll\"](\"http:\/\/bealing.files.wordpress.com\/2009\/05\/roll.jpg?w=150&h=138\" "\\"roll\\"")
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