interview

I had an interview with the public defender's office on Wednesday. 25 minutes into the interview, my hand slid down near my crotch and I realized that my fly was down.

I wasn't sure what to do. I thought about making a joke by drawing attention to it and then pulling it up. "Hahaha, my fly is down, very funny. I'm going to zip it up now." But what if they hadn't noticed?

I thought about trying to pull it up inconspicuously. But there were two interviewers, and I wasn't sitting behind a table, so one of them would probably notice.

If they had already noticed, the joke would be the best course of action.

After a couple of minutes of brainstorming while pretending to actively listen to the interviewer, there was a knock on the door. A third guy came in to join the interview.

I gave up. I left my fly down for the rest of the interview. After the interview was over I walked out of the building with my fly down. I walked to the car with my fly down, drove home with my fly down, and got some lunch with my fly down. It's not like anyone could see my dick. Is there a school of thought that says that men who wear underwear shouldn't be required to zip up their fly?

Maybe the guys who interviewed me thought that I subscribed to that school of thought, and were impressed.

Someone who doesn't wear underwear should zip up their fly (if they want.) But if you've got underwear on, then fuck it, leave it down. What's the big deal if someone sees your underwear?

I used to work out at the Lakeshore Athletic Club when I lived in Chicago. Most of the members were middle aged men, and during lunchtime hours, the men's locker room turned into a naked lounge. I truly believe that some of the guys would just go in there around 11:30, strip naked, and hang out for an hour or two. The weightroom was practically empty, but that locker room was packed with naked men.

For some reason, that generation is much more comfortable being naked than mine. In the bathroom area of that locker room, I'd see men brushing their teeth naked, shaving naked, drying their hair naked, and most of all, just hanging out and socializing naked. And it was not uncommon for them to have a towel over the shoulder, or sitting on the counter next to them.

One time I was in there washing my face after a workout, fully dressed, when my boss came up to me and struck up a conversation. He was completely naked, with a towel in his hand.

I wasn't uncomfortable because he was naked, (and pale and overweight and hairy) that's understandable. (Chicago is an incredibly out of shape city.) I was uncomfortable because I feared that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from taking a quick glance down at his penis.

I didn't want to see it. It's not that I especially didn't want to see it, but I certainly wasn't interested in actually looking at it. At first I was afraid that for some reason I would glance down at that area, and he would think that I was checking him out.

It's like driving past a car accident. I didn't want to see it, but it's not something I see everyday, so I was probably going to look.

But then I realized that he's standing in front of me naked, (and wet), with a towel in his hand because he wants me to look. That's what it's all about!

He wants me to see it. And he probably wanted to see mine. I should have pulled my pants down and let him see it. Then we could compare, see who's longer. We could have had what Brian Hansen told me is referred to as a "Texas Measurin"

(That's how they settle disputes in east Texas. Rather than fight,,, if there's a dispute between two men and no compromise in sight, someone fetches a ruler (or in some cases a tape measure), the two combatants drop their pants, and the one who's longer wins. End of argument.

It took me a while to realize it, but when my boss approached me in the locker room that day, he wanted me to strip naked. I should have stripped, and then maybe we could have walked over and sat down on the couches, or in the jacuzzi, and hang out as men,.. free, naked, the true kings of the jungle.

Why the fuck should we have to cover ourselves up? We're men! Nobody tells us what to do.

That's the mentality he wanted to see from me. Instead, I gave him some quick one word answers, and got the fuck out of there.

When he approached me naked, I should have complimented him on his cock, and then stripped down and shown him mine. Now that's some real male bonding. You don't know a man until you've seen him naked.