Finding a Suitable Place

I was about to use the facilities at one of the new Bridgeheads yesterday when I was reminded of something Audrey, ^{Note 1} our Ethics Consultant, said at a recent gathering:

One of the problems with turning forty is you can't have sex in bathrooms any more.

We all responded predictably.

The lasses: "Twenty is too old for sex in a bathroom!"

The lads (or at least one gallant lad who shall remain nameless): "Audrey! Come on, I'd have sex with you in a bathroom!"

Of course, even if Audrey had been of a mind to accept the offer, we were in an establishment with unsuitable bathrooms. Tiny, cramped stalls that a person could easily look over or under the barriers of and surfaces that you'd be afraid to touch.

But you know, these restrooms at the Bridgeheads are a different story. They're huge, spotlessly clean, and have solid doors that lock. And look at the sign they put on the door. It's practically suggesting that you use the place with a friend.


^{Note 1} On Friday, the EC told me that (a) She doesn't want to be called the Ethics Consultant because "no guy will want to go out with me with that name"; and (b) She doesn't want a pseudonym "that sounds like a stripper". So, even though I can't see a guy being put off by the EC moniker, I'm going with Audrey.