But that’s the best part!
You must never have washed your underwear with the wrong detergent. Sensitive skin really sucks.
However, despite reacting to detergent several times over the years I don’t think I was even in kindergarten yet when I got scolded by an aunt for scratching in public. Only took one scolding before I learned to not scratch when there are other people around.
In my experience, I prefer to scratch someone else’s crotch.
(with their consent, of course)
::arms folded across chest::
hmmmmmmm…really? You have never scratched the ole the nutbag in public before? Ever ever?:dubious:
Obviously there was a Quincy episode you missed.
Which brings me to another junk-itch-relief scenario: ever scratched and scratched and scratched away at it, and it’s still itchy, however, as soon as you stop, it’s all of a sudden like - voila - no longer itchy?
:eek: Meaning - you actually unzip, then, in front of (possibly Presbyterian) folk? (as they clutch nervously at their satchels and other personal effects.)
As long as you don’t do that around people who might end up, um…arousing you, I spose.
There are two kinds of people who scratch their crotch. One kind occasionally has a need to, and tries to do it surreptitiously if possible. The other kind looks around to see how many admirers have observed his proud exhibition of whatever manhood or virility he thinks worthy of displaying in that manner.
My partner is always scratching his bits and his excuse is something about how they ‘move about and get stuck in places’?? Apparently he’s just rearranging things down there and if he didn’t do it, he’d be very uncomfortable and/or painful. Since I don’t have those parts, I can’t really judge, so I’ve just accepted it. I’m beginning to think he’s talking nonsense and just likes doing it. No one else has given that as their reason here.
Myself, I’ve never had any interest in scratching down there. I thought it was just a man’s thing.
Alas, 'tis true. I saw TriPolar at the ocean once. I thought for a minute he was playing with a pair of fuzzy beach balls. The worst part was when he was finished. One could literally hear the fabric of his Speedo screaming as it was stretched to it’s limits. I don’t think he’s allowed back in Hawaii.
TMI!
No, it’s true. I Don’t remember it being such a problem when I was younger when my ball sack stayed closer to home. But these days, they tend to roam around all over the place. And yes, at times, it can be very uncomfortable.
Also, my balls are freakishly huge. average size penis, but freakishly huge balls, which I imagine, makes my problem worse than your average male. Perhaps, that’s your guy’s problem too. And that’s also why, you probably haven’t heard that excuse before.
ETA: I felt compelled to respond to this post as I’ve had this same discussion with my GF. Hope you’re not her!!
If I can’t sniff my fingers, what’s the point!?
He’s telling the truth. Not only do guys have parts that are always moving around, they’re also always changing size. (not just erections either; the scrotum tightens up in cold and relaxes in warmer temperatures).
There are things he might consider, like different underwear styles, but it’s a problem you’re not going to solve without the occasional readjustment.
But don’t worry, dudes - if there’s a bustle in your hedgegrove, don’t be alarmed now.
What, exactly, do you think would happen that would make this impossible to believe? Have you ever tried simply not doing it? It’s a temporary sensation - ignore it and it will pass.
I try to find a restroom or at least somewhere out of sight to take care of these sorts of things. If I wasn’t so discrete, it would be my luck that someone would see it and I’d end up as a registered sex offender! Just for readjusting the boys…
An insanity-inducing urge to scratch (an especially prolonged) itch is what would happen that would make that impossible to believe.
Reading this thread is making my balls itchy.
I don’t have time to waste scratching my crotch. I employ Bambi and Destiny for that job.
My willy needed adjusting. It was all out of whack after chasing down FOC.
Don’t EVER, if you’re prone to folluculitis/in-grown hairs, go all girl Brazil down there.
Indescribably itchy as it sprouts back :eek:
Man, that was a bad run of films for Martin (he had a seven film contract to one studio, iirc). The only thing I took away from Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid was that Rachel Ward was hot.
I googled FOC and got things like Father of the Chapel, and then Steve Martin entered the picture, so now I’m really all out of whack.