At the end of my language last last week, I went down to the basement to have a piss (before the 1.5 hour trip home).
As I turned into the short corridor, a man standing outside the toilets looked at me. He kept looking at me as I walked towards him, and then when I had gone through the door, he was still looking at me.
"Hello", I thought, "it's a long time since I was cruised so blatantly".
As I pissed, I considered the situation. I'm not into picking up strangers at toilets, but beggars can't be choosers... on the other hand, they'll be locking up the building in ten minutes, and the only gents' in the building with two cubilces and three urinals is hardly anonymous. But what if I get into conversation and see if he's interested. But really, cruising me
. And here. There's life in the old dog yet.
With the bladder emptied, zip redone, and hands washed as I mulled the possibilities and what I'd like to do, I headed back out. He was no longer in the corridor, but as I went through the door to the stairwell, I could see him on the first half-landing.
He was speaking to somebody further up whom I couldn't see: "I found it in the toilet and I've been looking to see if anybody coming down here is worried they lost it".
Hopeful bubble promptly burst