Commingle Again?

Story Sent in by Barbara:

I was out to dinner with Alex on our first date, at a popular hole-in-the-wall establishment that I had always wanted to try. He seemed a bit shy, so I did my best to engage him and laugh and put him at ease.

At one point, before our meals were served, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. As he departed, I realized that I also had to visit it, so I waited for him to come back.

When he did, I stood and said, "Be right back."

He grasped my wrist and said, "No!"

I asked, "What's wrong?"

He said, "The b-bathroom's unisex."

I replied, "That's okay. I don't mind."

"It didn't, well, it didn't, you see, the problem is that, well, it didn't exactly... er..."

The act of standing made me need to use the bathroom ten times more. Spit it out, man!

He finished, "It didn't, uh... didn't flush my pee all the way down."

"That's all right," I said.

"You don't understand. That means, you'll see my pee."

"So?"

"And, you know. Pee onto it."

I forced a smile, gave him a thumbs up and said, "Can't wait," then headed to the bathroom.

Once I was done, I returned to the table.

Alex was gone.