It's a nice sentiment

Emily, Emily's mom, Emily's sister Ellie, and I all went out to lunch/dinner at the Friendly Toast after Emily's mom picked Emily and I up from choir rehearsal. It was a great time -- they have fantastic food, and an enormous selection to choose from. While there, we all agreed that one could go there for dinner 5 nights a week and not get bored of it for a very long time.

At any rate, since their food is so incredible, and they have so many choices, we went ahead and ordered quite a bit. I felt terrible, as I couldn't finish it all, though I valiantly tried and ended up with a terrible stomachache and a very dire need to relieve myself via the bathroom. As we were waiting for the tab, I made my way back to the bathrooms, and found that the women's room was occupied. A minute or two later, a man comes and joins me in waiting for the bathroom, as the men's room is also occupied. A minute after that, a woman comes back also and exclaims: "My, we have a line going here!" She also says that I manage to look cute even when reflected by a fun house distortion mirror.

After a while of waiting, the woman eventually leaves, knowing that whoever's in there is taking their sweet time, and that she is not the next person in line. I stand there with the man, dancing a little bit to the music, and look back to find that he is as well. He's moved further away from the entrance of the bathrooms than I am.

Eventually, the men's bathroom was vacated, but the man made no move to enter it. I looked to him: "You know, that was the men's room. The men's room is free now."

"...I know."

"What, do you not need to go?"

"...No."

"Well, what is it? That's the men's room, you can go in it now." The whole time I'm saying this, it's with the clear implication that as it is the men's room that is free, the women's room is not, and thus I will not be going to the bathroom quite yet.

The next thing he says surprises me: "Well, you were waiting here first..."

I look back at him with my eyebrows raised. "Yes, but that's the men's room. I am a woman, therefore I will be using the women's room."

"But you were here before me..."

"That's the men's room, and you are a man."

"Yeah..."

He doesn't go in immediately, but does enter the men's room about 2 seconds before the women's room is vacated. When I leave the women's room, I'm amused to find that he is still making use of the facilities, and thus probably needed it more than I did anyways.

It really was a nice sentiment, but I simply do not use the men's room, especially when it is obvious that the women's room is not going to be occupied for much longer. Perhaps if there was a very long line of women behind me, and I needed to go with great urgency, I would've taken him up on his offer. But none of these things were the case, so I had to turn him down.

In a kind of pathetic way, this guy was adorable. He was also at least a decade older than I.