At last, another fair maiden!
I thought I was going to be stuck with just the guys.
Yeah, the trickle thing. You've held those muscles so long they don't just release.
I'm ok with that.
When I hear the KER SPLASH type women, I get the impression that they want to just get this over with, and rush back out.
Hey, sit a spell, enjoy it. Take a little break.
They're related to the type where they think peeing is a competitive event, and whoever gets done first wins.
Or the ones that want to talk to you while you're both in there taking a leak.
Do You MIND? I'm peeing. Let me have this moment.
oh no way could I use a bottle.
I'm not even sure where my whatis is exactly. It's in this zone I call "down there". I need a wide field of play to make sure I score a goal.
It was all in one big go. Like always, it built up over time. I mean, we're not talking Foley catheter here.
wa wa wee wa, I'm impressed.
Did you have an IV? That's cheating.
I was on measured output during my most recent inpatient stay. I was hauling that damn pole into the bathroom about every hour on the hour. I finally had to ring the bell so they could measure the output to prevent an overflow the next time.
I think the length of time peeing one time for me was an extraordinarily long marathon. After drinking 2 beers plus eating some watermelon, it measured 750 ml with one SINGLE session. That was about the longest. My then-wife said, "Ummm, I thought you'd never stop! "OMG, so you HEARD that?", I replied. It might have been 2 minutes straight. Afterward, I felt I was lighter than air.
The only reason I knew about what amount of liquid my max pee session was due to my having one of those hospital urinal jugs with graduated markers measurements on the side. I'm not that big physically either ...weight or height - about 5ft 8in, hence, not the biggest bladder.
I know what you mean. I finally decided that true happiness involved two people with empty bladders occupying two seats on an airliner set up with three seats per row.
Not a bit of it, J. IVs are for input. We're talking major output.
I had this girlfriend, we were friends over a span on 20 plus years, from high school into our 30's
I never saw her get out of a public restroom in less than 15 minutes. It wasn't because she peed for so long, it was...well, I never could figure out what it was.
ok, maybe I'm exaggerating, but for sure it took her 10 minutes, sometimes did take 15.
She had some kind of problem with her snaps and button, pulling up or pulling down whatever needed to be pulled up or down. Oh, and of course there was the copious application of toilet paper over every surface I'm sure.
We'd go into a bathroom, I'd be taking my sweet time, but I could hear her next to me, unsnapping, adjusting, re adjusting pulling on cloth, etc. When I'd be finished up with my peeing, I could still see her feet moving around, like she was still working on getting her pants down.
Just about when I'd finish washing my hands, she finally get her butt on the throne and start to pee.
Then the reverse would start, but it would take even longer, because I could hear her pull her jeans up, fiddle around pull them back down, adjusting something, pull them up, pull them back down, readjust, etc. etc.
Eventually I would walk out and wait outside, where a few more minutes would pass. Sometimes I'd walk back in, and she'd just be coming out of the stall. Now she had to start washing her hands.
Sometimes I would ask her "WTF are you DOING in there?"
She would look at me, sincerely puzzled. It's like she would go into some zone where time didn't exist.
You should have seen her cook a meal. I watched her take almost an hour to make an omelet on one occassion.
ok, I got a funny story about peeing.
This was told to me by an old roommate, Gretchen, about her sister Heidi.
Heidi was one of the most down to earth, funniest people I ever met.
One time when she was in college, Heidi was renting a house with some other people, that was a bit out in the country, with winding roads, hilly, etc.
Something like 4 or 5 of her girlfriends flew in over Christmas (this place got cold) to party and visit. They'd never been there before.
Anyway, Heidi picks them up at the airport and she tells them the place is pretty far, not just that is out of town, but on the other side of the city from where the airport was.
So, because the ride was going to be so long, they all bought beers and started drinking and carrying on. Eventually they all had to pee, but they were now away from any place to stop. Plus it was snowing or sleeting or something.
Heidi, who was drinking as well (public service announcement, don't do this kids) was saying "God I gotta pee, Jeez, I really gotta pee. The others asked how far it was, and she said still quite a ways.
Anyway she carried on about this, some others were complaining too. Heidi finally said "Screw this, I can't hold it any longer. I just hope no cars come by"
She gets out, walks around the car and squats. She yells "You might as well come out here too. No one's coming" So they all get out of the car and have a group girl pee.
They all get back in the car, wet and freezing. Heidi starts the car, drives about 5 feet, and turns into the driveway of her house.
I have wondered about pee quantities, yes I have! I never got around to measuring. I think my pee amounts vary a lot.
Funny this thread should be here now. I just went to the library to beat the heat. Before I left, I used the bathroom. Someone in there was peeing copious amounts for a really long time - like someone left a hose running into the toilet. Like, she started before I walked in and was still going by the time I was done. So, of course I looked under the divider (ha!). She had very dainty feet with hot pink nail polish and pale pink flip flops.
oh yeah, them gals with little feet can really pee.
So that means, gals with big feet (like me) tickle along - it sure is the case with me. I wish I could go once or twice and pee like a cow. Instead I go all the time and tickle along. My bladder must be the size of a pea
I could hear for a long time and so I usually have a pretty good sense of the sounds around me even though I can't hear 'em. (The sound of driving on the freeway, the sound of a mall, etc.)
For some reason, I completely forget that people can hear each other in bathrooms. I can't see 'em, so there's no "sound."
Ugh. I'm never using a public bathroom again!
and the smell of asparagus is never needed by the body...
That's a genetic difference between people, like the ability to roll tongues. Some people's pee stinks after they eat aparagaus, with others it makes no difference. I am one of those whose urine is not adversely affected by ingesting asparagus.
I once owned a large Shepherd/Rottweiler mix who could let you sleep for 12 hours without needing to go, the thing was, it meant standing there for 10 minutes while he watered the lawn.
That's more a dog thing than quantity. Any determined rodent/dog cross can mark ten different spots. It's a matter of conservation of fluid.
No, I'm talking one continuous, pulsing stream.
( ok, so maybe pulsing was a little more info than you needed)
Yeah, I know the pulsing dog stream. Dogs bladders stretch bigger than their stomachs, ya know.
Once resorted to making a trucker bomb in parking lot traffic on the BQE. In the sister-in-law's car, no less.
By the way, if you search google images for "naked gun pee scene," you get more porn than the files of police squad. Just FYI.