pee styles

A while back Dug and Rob and I happened upon a conversation involving how does one (a man) pee. 2 choices were obvious and deliberated. In fact, Dug has already done a blog/poll on this very subject and I still haven’t figured out how to link to other stuff.  Try suncrestdug.wordpress.com and look in his subject area.  Anyway, he and Rob were all about leaving the belt buckled and/or the top button buttoned and just using the fly.  I have always preferred completely undoing the whole apparatus and getting some air.  The reason I preferred that way is that it always looked weird to me to see someone fishing around to go to the bathroom in public settings.  I just didn’t want to look like I was groping myself.  Sorry.  It also seemed like you couldn’t quite get as much out with the top still done up on those occasions when I tried it.  So, more was left to potentially make you go sooner or leak out.  Neither was desireable.  Dug’s blog/poll more than reflected the  our 2 to 1 ratio at Dug’s house with most favoring the keeping the pants buttoned style.  I have been wearing more summer weight slacks lately and have found myself having to increase the width of my stance to keep my pants from falling around my knees, much less my ankles.  This was not conducive to public peeing in the trough at stadiums or urinals anywhere else.  So, I have begun to capitulate and experiment.  Now I have converted.  It has been a relief to not have to worry about de-pantsing myself.  I seem to go to the bathroom with the same frequency and don’t seem to leak as I worried.  It still feels odd to go looking but this is becoming more natural feeling.  The problem comes in when I wear different underwear where the openings are not the same.  I become a little more self-conscious the longer it takes to get to the ready position.  I imagine this too will improve with time and practice.  I feel good about being able to pee without having to worry I am going to moon the world or startle the next person coming into the bathroom next time I forget to lock the door.  That will have to be another blog.