Peeping Jack

In the last few months, I have attended a few post-graduate volunteer fairs in the Midwest and this week – I am attending a few in the NY state area. So yesterday, I was at a small private college in upstate New York and ran into a fellow recruiter that I have met from previous fairs that we both attended. The tables at the fairs are usually set up alphabetically – so he has been next to me on a few occasions and we have talked quite a bit previously. He lives in Manhattan and had told me earlier to give him a call and have lunch sometime so that we can share some recruiting ideas and talk about our respective organizations. He seemed very nice and was a pleasant chap, but I have been kinda busy to call him for lunch. So as it was ending, we chatted a bit and he told me again that we should meet up sometime. I said sure and the both of us went about packing up our belongings and said goodbye.

Now this is where the story gets interesting my friends. As I was leaving, I had to stop by the little boys’ room. When I go in – who do I see – but Jack, the guy that I have been talking about. There were 3 urinals and he was at one end so I choose the one on the other end. Now as some of you male readers out there know, there are times when men will talk to each other as they are taking care of their business. When this happens, I just usually talk while staring straight ahead at the wall - rarely do us men talk facing each other. But on this occasion – Jack decides to turn to me and talk about the next fair coming up tomorrow. I didn’t want to be rude so I reluctantly turn towards him to converse. So as we are talking, something happens that I am still uncomfortable sharing with anyone – let alone my whole reading audience. But I think you guys deserve to know – so here goes. What happens next was a bit strange because not only did it happen once….or twice.…but three times. Yes THREE times!!! As he is facing me – he suddenly glances down and stare at my privates and continues to talk to me as if we were sitting at a bar shoot’n the breeze – he then looks up and acts like nothing happened. At first, I am like "hmmm, wonder what he is looking at – do I have a stain on my pants?" Sure I think it is kinda weird, but I did not want to nor did I allow myself to think otherwise. Then, as we are still talking – he does it again a second time. This time, I am like – "okay….this is getting a little weird and I am getting uncomfortable now – and I have black pants on so there can’t be a stain!" Then he glances up for a few seconds and looks down for yet a third time. At this point, I am like "DUDE!!! Hellooo.…I’m not looking at your thingy – why are you looking at mine?" So now I am finished with my business, I quickly - flush the handle, wash up and already half way out the door before I yell out "see you Thursday" as the door is hitting my butt as I race out of there. You can bet I am making sure he is not in the restroom tomorrow when I go in. I feel so violated. Hmmm… do you think I should still call him up for lunch though?