And a continuation. My landlord was unable to do anything about it even after unscrewing the doorknob, so he had to get a locksmith on a sunday night. And seriously, good thing I didnt have to go to the bathroom because there wasnt even any tp. I ended up calling home, cleaning the whole bathroom and then I had to resort to reading all the labels of the the stuff on my shelves. All the while Mike was cooking up the yummy smelling food….

Yes, this totally happened to me. My bathroom also does not have windows or any way I could have possibly gotten out if I didn’t either have Mike or someone with me or my cell phone on me.

I’m still kind of afraid to close the bathroom door when I’m alone……

What?  He was saying we should split the two (unmarked) bathrooms into one line for boys and one for girls to make it fair to the boys.  Girls can pee just as fast as lazy boys can!  Some of them unprepared gals just need extra time to powder their noses or something lame like that.  

My dad doesn’t really talk to me too much. We do talk, but not usually things regarding emotion or opinion, so I tend to think that dad and I might not be as close as we should be. I do remember being much closer when I was younger, but I’m not sure if anything really happened to make us distanced. Anyway, maybe that’s just the way he is.

This story is one he recalled to me not too long ago, about when I was little (and had to follow dad into the men’s room all the time). See! Even back then I wanted to be a boy! I guess though, I was just surprised that dad would recall a story about me like that with clarity- that he shared a chuckle with a stranger over me wanting to use a urinal. It seemed like he even had the dialogue down pat – the accent by the way is an attempt to portray my dad’s way of speaking… He was born and raised in France and while it is a French accent, it’s also a little weird.

I think this might just be a story about how I want a penis.