Hi everyone,
I hope you are enjoying your weekend. I am kind of sick today and my mom needs some help with her work at home so I decided to stay at home and rest a bit. It will be a funny taboo topic becasue we are going to talk about #2. So for those who are eating, you might want to skip this post or read this another day. :P
I noticed a difference a man and a woman when it comes to #2. I remember long time ago when I was with my ex. Yeah...bittersweet memories. We went to eat at a restaurant and we walked around. About 15 minutes after leaving the restaurant, he got a sudden stomachache. His face turned white and his lips were twisted into a painfu zigzag.
Me: What's wrong?
Him: x_x I need to go to the washroom.
Me: ummm ok. We can go back to the restaurant.
Him: No I can't. It's not clean.
Me: Oh come on! You're not a prince. Isn't it just for a quickie?
Him:...#2
Me: What is #2?
Him: Urgh! =_='' It's the poop.
Me: :O
So there we were on our little journey to find a clean place. There was an underground mall nearby and I remembered the washrooms were clean. Well it's not like super clean like at home but it's still above average. At least it's neat. So we went there and there was a security guy walkign around. A young guy in his late twenties. We went to the washroom but the doors were locked. What to do?
Me: It's locked.
Him: Just find one!
Me: Well it's the only one I know.
He bents over with pain. I gently tap his back.
Him: No! Don't touch me!
Me: Why? What's wrong?
Him: When you touch me, it makes vibration to my stomach and it hurts like ****.
Me: =_= It can't be that bad.
Him: It's about to come on!
Me: Ewww!
Him: Gloria, you talk to much. Find another washroom!
I wave at the security guy and he comes to us.
Me: Hello!
Security: Hi!
Me: Is it possible to unlock teh washroom?
Security: Sure! I'll hold the door.
Me: What do you mean by hold the door? Can't you leave it unlocked?
Security: Sorry! *he gave an explanation but we didn't give to much attention to it. Bottom line, he had to hold the door open until my ex would be done with his business.* Is it number 1 or 2?
Him: 2
Me: *looks away by the embarassment*
Security: Oh sorry about that! But you'll have to walk further for another washroom. That one isn't locked.
We walked for another 5 minutes until we reached it. I was a little puzzled by the reaction of the security guard. When they talked about #2, it was as if it was natural. Not that I'm disgusted by it but it's like...we are talkign about poop here. @_@ How can you not be shy about it? It's a mystery.
Even when a guy friend of mine dropped me home, we chatted a bit at the lobby.
Him: Sorry Gloria! I need to go. I want to do #2.
Me: :O oh!!!....Well, you can use my washroom.
Him: No it's ok! I'll go home.
Me: What!? =_= You are not shy to tell me you want to do #2 but you are shy to use my washroom? What the hell?
Him: Well, I won't do this to a girl's house.
What the hell? I will never understand this.
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Now let's talk about when it happens to a girl. But guess what! Let's talk about my experience! That's right! :O On top of this, it didn't happen to long ago. It was yesterday actually.
So I met up with Sona and Tam at the mall yesterday. Sona was down so she wanted to go shopping and I went to cheer her up. We went shopping, walked around, and finally, we went to eat at
Nickels. That's when the problem started. They ordered salad and I ordered a poutine. For those who don't know what a poutine is, it's french fries topped with cheese with gravy sauce. Everything was fine until 20 minutes later. I began to have cramps. What's happening? I paused for a bit.
Sona: Everything is ok?
Me: Yes I'm fine. I think i ate to much so I have a cramp.
All of a sudden, the cramps were gone. O.o So I continued to eat. Then the pain came back but stronger. I dropped the fork. Why do I have this pain? This isn't good at all. We planned to take the bus to go back home but it would be to much hassle for me. I am in pain and I don't want to wait for anything. I called mom and and she would come to pick us up at the subway station and drop Sona and Tam to their home. When I got up and left the restaurant, it actually felt better. I don't understand. The pain would just come back and then go away as it pleases. Why? The subway ride would be at least 25 minutes long. We chatted and laughed but as time goes by, I went pale and the pale was unbelievable. I just wanted to go to the washroom! OMG! @_@ It was as if someone was drilling my stomach.
Sona: Gloria, are you ok?
Me: ....*the pain was so unbearable that i couldn't answer back.*
Tam: Do you still have the stomach pain?
Me: *nods*
Sona: hmm we ate ice cream today. Maybe it's because of the ice cream then. But then, i'm fine.
Tam: Maybe it was the poutine.
Me: *nods*
Tam: *looks for somethng in his schoolbag and gives me some peppermint candy*
Me: *takes the candy and throws it into my mouth*
Sona and Tam: :/
Me:..I'm feeling better.
Sona: Great!
As soon as the candy has all melted, the pain came back. I don't know if the peppermint helped or not but I seriously was about to fall on the ground. Damn you poutine!!!! Never again!!! T.T The ride has finally ended and we went into my mom's car.
Mom: *looks at me* WhatS' wrong?
Me: Pain.
Sona and Tam explained to my mom what hapenned.
Mom: HA! It serves you right! You eat at restaurant to much and now looks what hapenned. Take the tylenol in my purse.
Me: ...
Tam: Do you have mint at home?
Mom: Yes.
Tam: Gloria can boil it and drink it. Maybe it could help.
Sona: That poutine must be the cause. Her stomachache must be terrible.
Tam: -_- I don't think it's time to talk about this.
Me: *my face was twisted by pain*
When we finally dropped Tam and Sona, we went home. It's a good think they are brother and sister. Otherwise, it would be troublesome.
Mom: Do you want me to give you the tylenol?
Me: *talks to her in a faint voice* No. Just drive home.
Mom: You must want to do #2. Or it coudl be diarhea.
Me: *nods*
The ride seemed like it was forever but luckily enough, the lights were always green.
Mom: As soon as we get home, don't mind removing your boots and just go straight to the washroom.
Me: *nods*
Mom: Is it about to come out now?
Me: *in a faint voice* I won't let that happen.
Mom: If it leaks in the car, you are so dead.
Me: =_= ....you talk to much......
So as soon as we got home, I removed my boots and ran to the washroom. Just right in time!
Let's face it. Men have this image of a woman that she's like a princess. A princess that doesn't fart and doesn't poop. And if she does poop, it shouldn't stink. if you think that's true, you are in lala land. That's not true. We are both human and it does stink. We just don't talk about it like men do it so casually. >_> Anyways, that's one of my new adventure.
Am I embarassed about it? Well now that I wrote this on the blog, of course I am because you know about it. So when you meet me in person, don't even mention this because I will turn red. =_='' If I'm embarassed about it, then why am I writing about all of this? Well, I think it's something that all of us have experienced once in our life. Yes it's embarassing but when you think about it the next day, it's still something which is part of nature. We all have this type of discomfort and i wish I could be less shy about it so I could ask for help. I would never be able to be honest to the security guy for exemple. I think I would endure it till I get home or find any kind of excuse to find a washroom. It's yet painful but funny memories. lol. I'm sure you guys must be laughing at this mysery that i had but beware. It could happen to you in the future! :P Alright, you guys have a great weekend!