Brothers in arms

Message from Lorenzo
Sent 11:42 GMT

Hey Antonio,
I will assume you are fine and you have not responded to me because you are enjoying life in Phuket with the Ginger man. I have had a good working week and it ended last night in a lovely pub. At a point in the night I popped off to the gents and stood at the facilities, where I am at my most vulnerable, and guy sporting a "Porn King: Pimp Daddy" t-shirt came in soon after and stood next to me.
As is it the etiquette, on his arrival I said "Y'all right?" in a lancashire accent. "I'm good fella" he said (a standard response).
We were both there for the same thing (not that thing!) but I cant go with an audiance and it turns out neither could he. So we both stood there holding and waiting. I was high on redbull, a little giddy and I could not go, I really wanted to but I could not. So things began to run through my head.
It began with imagery to get me in the frame of mind: babbling brooks and waterfalls.
That did not work.
I moved onto soothing music: little bit of Ray Charles.
That did not work and now we are both stood next to each other (still holding) but I am thinking of another man.
Should I just zip up and go? I cant as that would mean I acknowledged the guy, pulled it out, held it for a while then then just left. That would be weird.
Then, fueled by the red bull, I begin to giggle, giggle a little more and then just stand there laughing. He tries to look the other way giving me the opportunity I so much needed.
I concentrate, this is my chance and the pressure is on. If I mess up now I could be here for hours.
Finally it happens.
Next time I will use the cubicle.
Lorenzo