Urine luck(y)

Another bathroom story – forgive me.

The male bathroom is a place of great peace and tranquility; it is a time to reflect on life and feel the pride of being able to stand while urinating. It is also a time to read the senseless scribblings of loose men who haven't discovered the online ManHunt or who are interested in perusing a cruising old-school style.

Tonight's literary treasure was inspiring; apparently there is a young Asian out there somewhere who would like me to do somewhat abrasive things to his posterior, and quite quickly if I wouldn't mind.

The most interesting part of his message was the oh-so-believable sworn statement of cleanliness that his body would provide should I decide to darn leather and bring along a sheet of sandpaper: "I'm HIV negative".

Now, is this necessary? Does he really need to say this? What person in their right mind advertises that they are in fact a carrier for a deadly disease? Please …

Well, Mr. Negative, you can take your needy graffiti and shove it. Er … I mean …