You sound a lot like the ladyfriend. I’ve sat around while she applied make-up but anything else is pretty much taboo. She feels her sexiness is considerably diminished if I see her using the bathroom, doing some intimate grooming, etc. She’s already made it clear that she would greatly appreciate it if/when she has my child if I’m not in the room, watching the event.
Now, in my mind, none of this would make a difference. But it very obviously make a big difference to her in how she feels like a woman around me so I can handle it. I don’t have any pressing desire to see her use the bathroom anyway. Also I saw my son (previous relationship) born and, while it was worth seeing, in retrospect the next six years with him weren’t in any way enhanced or diminished for having seen it. It’s not important enough to me to make a fuss over.
Needless to say, she has no interest in being in the bathroom while I’m using it. Brushing teeth, blowdrying hair, showering, me shaving and the like is fine between us.
Put me in the “not just no, but hell no” camp. I cannot even begin to describe the squickiness I would feel if such an occurrence happened, and I am fairly certain my husband holds the same view. I will even admit that this is because I am neurotic and grossed out.
As far as he’s concerned, me actually using the toilet is a mystery. All he knows is that I enter the bathroom and leave the bathroom.
See, I used to be like that. I would absolutely refuse to go #2 if the boyfriend was anywhere near me, but then I figured I’m hurting myself by not going when I have to. Besides, if the boyfriend is worth anything, he would understand that when you gotta go, you gotta go. While it’s nothing to be ashamed of, I just prefer doing it in the bathroom by myself. I’m sorry to say, but if you want to live or be around any boyfriends any significant amount of time without dying, then it’s just something you have to grit your teeth to and say “I’m gonna go do some thinking!” and head on to the bathroom.
It’s funny, we used to be so embarrassed before, but now when either of us feel the urge, he picks up a textbook (I pick up a magazine) and we say “time to read a book”. I think it’s cute, anyway…
Remember the ex who went into the men’s public bathroom with me? She had a little brother–don’t remember his age but he was definitely old enough (though under 10)–who was also a spoiled brat, and when he was lying around in his room (on the bed, watching TV, whatever) he just let loose in his pants, because he was too lazy to get up and go to the bathroom. This didn’t bother the mom at all. My ex begged and pleaded her to either (a) discipline the kid herself or (b) let her (my ex) do it, but the mother just said “Ah, don’t worry yourself so much, he’ll grow out of it.” :eek:
Beans, tofu, and cabbage in its various forms are kosher… And you do NOT want to be near the bathroom if I’m in it after eating pickled herring. It’s best to be in a different time zone in that case.
We leave the door open all the time. Sometimes we’ll sit on the rim of the bathtub and hang out while the other is going at it. When we have those really long snakey ones we call each other over to come and see and get weirded out by how long they can get. Hehe.
OK, I also find it weird that some people want to specifically be around their SO when they shit. I just don’t care one way or the other. We will continue conversations or use the sink while the other uses the toilet. If things smell particularly bad, though, we will warn each other off.
As to the mystique thing that several posters have mentioned, it seems that it reflects a sort of idealization of women. I did a bit of that in my earlier dating and found it to be not conducive to a long term relationship. Recently I have been more into the idea of loving someone when they were at their worst and least attractive as a standard for the rest of the relationship.
As for grossness, I am more tolerant of it than some I guess. I guess I understand this the most. Some people have trouble with blood, I guess others have trouble with shit or even the thought of shit. It still seems a bit neurotic to me.
Absolutely! How do you know they really love you until they’ve seen you at your worst and least attractive, and still not left you? There’s nothing better than that feeling, when you get it for the first time in a relationship.
I don’t try to be around Mr. Neville when he is shitting. It just isn’t a big deal if I have to come into the bathroom for something and it turns out he is.
But I’m *not * at my worst when I’m shitting. Everybody shits. Unpleasant odors emit from every human being on earth. It’s not something I see as a litmus test, or a bonding experience.
If they stick around after they’ve seen the high-test bitchery, which is, if not unique to me, at least something they could probably get less of from someone else, *then * they’re a keeper.
Yes. Just after we were married we lived in a rental house with one bathroom - but it was the size of some small counties in New England. I tend to take a long time (always another puzzle to do) so she’d never see me otherwise. We have two sinks also. I’d get a two holer, but we have three bathrooms in our house, and I always seem to be fixing one toilet or another.
As for smell - we have a fan. And I echo Dio - nothing anyone can do in the bathroom is worse than giving birth, at least the way my wife did it.
Brushing my teeth or taking a shower, no problem. Any of the other 2 things, I’d prefer privacy but it’s not essential. Which is probably for the best, as locks do not stop my fiancé. I remember he once unlocked the bathroom from the outside while I was taking a shower to bring me a burger. I’m not sure why the burger couldn’t wait until after my shower. Maybe I was supposed to eat it in the shower? Shampoo burger. Yummy!
If my fiancé realises that I’m on the toilet, I get my privacy though.
He doesn’t seem to care about it, he doesn’t even bother to close the door.
I have seriously been in the bathroom, sitting down, numerous times – too numerous to count – with my wife at the door talking to me, 2 kids hovering around her asking questions, and the dog at my feet for some companionship.
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