The Third Floor
Secrets.
Everybody loves a secret. There is something incredibly exciting when someone speaks to you in hushed tones about his or her or someone else’s secret. Whether it’s a good secret like hiding the fact that you will be graduating at the top of your class from your parents so as to surprise them during graduation, or a bad secret like being involved with a married man or a boring secret like smoking in the house’s bathroom before bathing or exchanging flirtatious text messages with the boyfriend of someone who comes from the same school as you. Everybody loves a secret.
The third floor of my school building has its secrets.
It has been a constant witness to the numerous women taking daily baths at the 3rd floor CR despite the school forbidding it. It has been a constant witness to the many secret rendezvous with one married medical student, despite having been chastised once by one of the priests in the school for public display of affection (We were only talking and holding hands, by the way). It has been a constant witness to the various maneuvers to sneak into classrooms despite the door being locked for those who are late for even half of a second to their 7:00 AM class, the scandalous conversations between women in the comfort room regarding their sexual activities with their boyfriends, and the sexually-charged atmosphere when gay men illicitly check out the penises of straight men while peeing in the urinals.
As one passes by the open door of the 3rd floor Men’s CR, one will be able to see the heads of men standing infront of the stalls as they drain the main vein. A moment of discomfort occurs as one briefly catches the eye of anyone currently doing his business. For a fleeting time, the man holding his penis as he purges out his renal secretions and the woman passing by who manages to look into his direction exchange a few seconds of awkwardness. The man, as if ashamed of this normal act of excreting bodily fluids, is usually the first to turn his eye elsewhere. The woman, conscious of what anatomical part he is holding at the moment, proceeds to turn her gaze elsewhere as well, as if somehow afraid that her stare might cause all the blood in his circulation to rush to his main pipe, completely unaware despite her highschool background of Biology that it is almost impossible for a man to urinate when he has an erection.
And somehow they are reduced to forget that a mere strip of metal that stands as a stall separates the other from whatever it is that he or she is thinking.
token said,
November 4, 2008 at 4:05 pm
you know, now that i think about it, i do get looked at often while taking a leak in malls or movie theaters.. i just tend to ignore it i guess.. sometimes i’m tempted to turn and piss down the offender’s leg, but that might excite him too much..
now, girls peepin’.. i dunno how i’d react to that.. probably the awkward smile/wave combo? oh, in the interest of full disclosure, i don’t hold it, i move my pelvis to aim.. hahaha..
and the erection/urination thing is half-false.. it happens all the time when i wake up in the morning.. what it does do is that it makes it very difficult to aim, though.. but yeah, afterwards, i’m sad again.. =x
thefilipinamistress said,
November 7, 2008 at 9:29 am
the awkward smile combo would be the best reaction. dunno how you’d do the wave? kinda weird to wave at someone with one hand while you’re holding your thing with the other.
as for the erection/urination thing, oh, then i guess i’m wrong. haha… thanks for the clarification. figures. since i don’t experience these things.