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‘I’m going to pee now,’ George* announced casually while standing in the shower bath with me.
It was my first shower with him, after sleeping together the night before – and this was the last thing I expected him to say.
I laughed, and blurted out: ‘Are you serious?’.
I thought he was surely joking. He wasn’t.
Before I knew it – and ignoring my laughs – George, who I had been seeing for two months at that point, began to take a leak in the bathtub. With me in it.
I watched in horror as his urine drained into the tub.
I met George – a 31 year old British guy – on Bumble almost a year ago when I first moved to the Middle East for work.
We matched, and the chemistry was immediate. Through our chats, we realised how much we had in common – we were both looking for something serious and wanted to settle down and have a family in the near future (around five years).
We even discussed our jobs – I was in marketing, him in tech – and we realised how ambitious we were in our careers. Both of us were new to the city and had left our home countries for work and a new adventure.
So, we decided to meet up at the cinema for our first date – then we went out for dinner after. I enjoyed myself, and the night ended with a sweet kiss. He was funny and easygoing, and we both shared a similar sense of sarcasm.
Although we didn’t officially put a label on our relationship, a few weeks into seeing each other – going to plays, visiting museums, going ice skating, and raves – we decided to date exclusively to give the relationship our best shot.
I never had a boring time with him.
A month and several dates later (we took the relationship a little slow to get to know each other better), we finally had sex.
The sex was even better than anticipated – it helped that he was a great kisser, affectionate, and attentive with a hint of kink. He made me discover I liked a little hard spanking during sex.
The fourth time I stayed over at his place, we had sex again; and he later asked me to take a shower with him.
I had never showered with anyone before, but I was pretty comfortable with him, so I agreed. We hopped in the shower and proceeded to scrub each other’s backs. It was romantic and cute.
Until he smirked at me and told me he was going to pee.
I froze, wondering if he was enjoying himself at that moment – and even if he wanted to pee on me.
I moved to the edge of the bathtub, completely terrified, staring in disbelief as a grown man urinated in front of me, as if we had been married for fifteen years.
My eyes were fixated on the stream.
A bit of pee I could learn to deal with – but it was the fact that I looked visibly uncomfortable and he carried on anyway
‘What was that?’ I finally asked after he finished.
He simply didn’t respond. We carried on with the shower as if nothing had happened.
I’ve never seen a grown adult pee in front of me before; nor have I ever peed in front of one.
He had mentioned earlier that he had been in a long-term relationship with a very kinky girl before me – it left me wondering if in his world, peeing in a bathtub with someone was no big deal.
Nonetheless, I was horrified.
Sure, a bit of pee I could learn to deal with – but it was the fact that I looked visibly uncomfortable and he carried on anyway.
Later on that night, I still couldn’t fully process what happened, but convinced myself I was blowing things out of proportion, so I continued seeing him for another couple of weeks.
But I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with him again because my attraction to him plummeted after what he did.
Looking back, I’m shocked I continued to date him at all. Luckily, he was travelling for work for a week at a time, sometimes even longer, so we barely saw each other for a while.
Then, about a month after the pee incident, he cancelled our date at a restaurant at the very last minute and was completely nonchalant about it. We got into a huge fight over the phone – he apologised, but I refused to let it slide and hung up on him.
Neither of us tried to reach out again, and that was it.
No closure, no further drama. I have zero regrets about my decision, and moving on didn’t take too long at all. My feelings for him had diluted by the time we had our last fight.
Losing a fun man who’s great in bed can feel sad in the moment – but good sex is replaceable, when you have unexpected pee to deal with.
And, needless to say, it will be a while before I hop in the shower with anyone again.
*Name has been changed
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