A Toilet Seat Issue

The feedback from the “Faux Pas” blog has been very interesting.  It has created a spirited dialogue.  That’s good!  Some of you were even angry:

“How dare he!”

“He has control issues!”

“She should tell him to kiss her ass!”

“Next he’ll be telling her what to order….fuck ‘em!!”

Such pent-up hostility!

Let me see if I can quell the storm here.  Ladies, this is a toilet seat issue.

Remember when you and your man first hooked up and he kept leaving the toilet seat up?  You’d fuss about falling in and getting all wet.  After a time, he began to make sure the toilet seat was down.

Now right now, some of you have your lips all pursed, one eye brow raised, chest stuck out, and maybe even your arms crossed.  The whole look that says:

“He knows he’d better put the seat down!”

“He know the deal! I’ll cuss his ass out!”

“He knows I ain’t playing that crap up in here!”

Well, before you get too caught up in your Napoleon Bonaparte fantasy let me tell you the reality going on around you.

The truth is, if you were dealing with an issue that was very important to your man, he wouldn’t give a rats ass about your fussing!!

He puts the toilet seat down because it costs him nothing to do so.  He doesn’t lose any dignity or self respect, and it can keep a pleasant evening – pleasant.  In point of fact, you parading around thinking he puts the seat down because of some imaginary control you think you have doesn’t cost him anything either.  So he lets you remain delusional. 

It’s just a toilet seat.

So, giving his name to the hostess as the one to be called is a minor courtesy.  A toilet seat issue.

But if it makes him feel good about “him”, about “you”, or about the “us” factor, then why not do it?  It costs you nothing.

And the rewards at the end of the night resulting from your extending this small courtesy?  Let’s just say

mmmmmmm……..