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The history of my sex life is generally uneventful and
boring. There is one stark exception, though, which I
will tell you about now, the only really wild and
spontaneous encounter I’ve ever had. It is also a
cautionary tale, one that I hope others may learn from.
This is how it really happened:
My college dorm had an unusual arrangement for its
bathrooms. The dorm was divided vertically into
“entries,” small units with 6 rooms per floor. Each
floor had a single co-ed bathroom with two stalls, two
latrines, and a double shower. The arrangement was
probably quite sensible back when the dorm (in fact,
almost the entire school) had been men-only.
With women in the picture, new etiquette had evolved.
The bathroom door was normally open. If you were in the
bathroom, you closed the door. If you needed to use the
bathroom and the door was closed, you knocked – the
occupant would either reply “come in” if they were in a
closed stall or just doing their hair or whatever, or
“go away” if they were naked or just didn’t like
sharing.