From Ray Romano's EVERYTHING AND A KITE (page 46-47)
Of course, ground zero for this paranoia is the public men's room.
Women think it's all a big locker room mentality in there, like we're al snapping each other's asses with towels and pissing on each other. But truth be told, no one likes to share a bathroom with other guys.
When a man walks in to a men's room and takes his place at a crowded string of urinals, there's just too much pressure. So many things to worry about.
What if I'm too nervous to pee?
What if I don't pee long enough?
What if I pee too long?
What if I'm peeing and I make a sound in the middle?
And God forbid, what if I accidentally glace at another man's genitals?
And double God forbid, what if he catches me?
And Final Jeopardy God forbid, what if he catches me because he was glancing at my genitals?
See? That's what goes on in there, ladies. It's no party.
And if you've ever wished you were a fly on a men's room wall so you could hear what we're saying, you're wasting your time. It's no yap fest either.
We don't want to talk, we don't want to look, we don't want to touch. To most guys, the ideal public men's room would be a sensory deprivation tank that flushes.