Twelve of Thirty (like 7 of 9, but without the hardware)

1. I have an odd Pavlovian response which makes me to need to pee whenever I'm within 3 blocks of home.  A few years ago, after a night out of drinking, Larry and I got into the lift/elevator of our flat/apartment building and I was overcome by the need to relieve myself.  It was either wet myself or jump up and down.
   
   I opted for the later, which caused the elevator to become unbalanced and freeze between floors.  The fire department had to be called and, 45 minutes later, we were pulled out of the car, three and one-half floors below ours.  I didn't have time to thank and/or fantasize about my uniformed rescuers before I ran upstairs, fumbled with the lock, and had the most soothing piss of my life.


2. Two days later, the doorman of our building asked if we'd "taken advantage of our alone time" in the elevator, as he thought that might be kind of hot.  I told him it might have been if I hadn't had to wee so badly.  He said that made it hotter.  Eew.


3. I have been asked to pee on people during sex, and I just can't.  Normally though, I'm not pee shy.


4. In a drunken, jealous rage I made someone afraid for their life ... to the point that they kicked me out of their house (where I lived at the time).  I'm not very proud of that, and even though I apologized, I still feel bad about it.  My therapist told me to let it go.
   
   
5. I let my therapist go, but still think about that night every now and again ... and am grateful I've grown out of that part of my life.


6. Seventeen years later, I don't think I've ever been more content.


7. I don't have my nipple ring any more for two reasons:  1)  I took it out before going to the pool at a work conference in Palm Springs 'cause I got tired of answering stupid questions about it; 2) I completely forgot that I left it in the ashtray on the hotel bedstand.


8. I'm painfully shy about going up to talk to people in a place I don't know, which has led me to keep company with most anybody who'll talk to me in a new environment.  This is in sharp contrast to me being a blabbermouth once I feel comfortable around people.


9. One of my most humbling moments was when my dad said to me, over several Manhattans at a bar I'd been fired from, "did it ever occur to you that I might be jealous of your life?" 
   


10. Another one of my most humbling moments was being overwhelmed by the Masai Mara.  Larry was asleep in the back of the safari Jeep.  Joseph was driving in the front.  I was in the middle of the open-air vehicle, alone and just thinking about being in the middle of Africa and seeing how beautiful it was.  And then I started crying.  I'm such a big girl sometimes.


11. I reckon I've tried, and pretty much enjoyed, every recreational drug there is save one — heroin.  I'm afraid I'd like it, and as fuzzy as I can be on the good/bad thing .... that would probably trend towards bad.


12. For as much of a city boy as I am, living in Yellowstone National Park was probably one of the best experiences of my life.  That said, I did miss escalators after about six weeks.

Comments

[Angelalala]

#3 - I'm so with you. I just can't go there, not even for someone I really feel like I'd do anything for!

#4 - Your therapist was right (but don't let me go for agreeing!)

[Tippler]

I've never been asked. So can't say. I'd probably manage it, though.

After eight pints of Strongbow, mebbe...

[Cat]

I'm with you on the drug front - I just know I would love heroin.

[honey]

I love number ten.

[Joseph]

Did #3 once. He was amazed I agreed. I was increasingly confused about WHY. Never again.

And ditto on #8