It really is an age-old question, one I suspect men ask each other to explain the mysteries of the opposite sex: Why do women go to the bathroom in groups?
There are a lot of theories, from battling over the cutest guy, (oh please) to comparing notes about their dates, (can you say paranoid?) to the bathroom being a kind of clubhouse, (getting closer) to stirring up a witches’ brew in a cauldron to cast a spell, (yeah, I’ll just whip that cauldron right out of my beaded clutch.)
So gentlemen, I will tell you why we go to the bathroom together. (Don’t worry ladies, they won’t believe us anyway.) First of all, we’re just relationship-oriented. We like being together. When men spend time together things inevitably turn into a competition. “Excuse me, I’m going to the ladies’ room” is a veiled invitation to take a break from the complexities of the male/female interactions. It doesn’t matter if the ladies know each other well or not. “Oh, I’ll go with you!” says yes, I could definitely use a few minutes with someone who speaks my language.
The bathroom is a sort of sanctuary. (This is the part men just won’t understand.) A reasonably nice restroom is cool and quiet. A restful reprieve from dancing, loud conversation or the house band. We may do a status check on our respective dates, but otherwise, we check clothing, fluff hair, touch-up lipstick, compliment each other’s earrings. These actions restore a sense of peace, and recharge us to continue being a charming, interesting, warm, funny and attentive date. Which usually comes in handy when we return to the competition which, in our absence, has developed over the check.
You are so right Jan! 🙂
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On the other hand, it may be that in times long past, women going out into the bush alone to “use the bathroom” were vulnerable to assault by roving males, and there was safety in numbers.
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A similar thought is that women feel incomplete without their purses because for hundreds of thousands of years, we carried a gathering bag. Always.
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. . . er, I don’t understand . . .
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Of course, if the “Ladies” smelt like the “Mens” we would spend the most minimal amount of time possible in there.
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Mmm, I’m going to the ladies room . . . coming? 😉
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