The restroom around the corner from my office is very small: two sinks, two urinals, then on the other side of a wall, another urinal and a stall. Most guys choose the nearer urinals, but I always go to the back one, because there is more privacy.
So I assume if there's no one at the front urinals, the restroom is empty.
But yesterday morning I rushed in, having to go badly, and as I rushed past the wall to the far urinal, I came face to face with a monster.
Gigantic! Easily a Kovbasa++++!
I was so surprised that I backed off immediately, without even seeing who it belonged to, except for a vague image: slim, medium height, dark shirt, light colored backpack.
I rushed to one of the front urinals, unzipped, and started urinating, planning to turn around when I was finished and check him out as he washed his hands. I had to know who belonged to such an enormous Kovbasa++++++. What did he look like? Who did he hang out with? Was he gay or straight?
I struggled to finish and zip up, and rushed out of the restroom after him. Five seconds had passed -- he couldn't have gotten far.
No one walking away to the left. No one but a girl to the right. No offices for him to duck into. Where could he have gone?
There's a lecture hall door next to the restroom. It leads to a stage that the faculty use, so students don't usually go in that way. But...maybe he was a professor?
I ducked in and looked. A class was about to start. The professor, a woman, was turning on a Powerpoint slideshow.
He wouldn't have gone through the stage door to get to a back row -- he must be in the front.
Everyone in the first three rows was already sitting down except for one guy, still taking his laptop out of his backpack. Not slim, actually tall and a little chunky, with a round face, dark button-down shirt, jeans. Not especially striking, but....he must be the One.
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