I'm going to discuss two things - actually 3 - the first is that the people who read this, for the most part, are people I know or whom I have come to talk to via the 1's and 0's medium. Many of them are aware that I will tell you anything about myself from my weird voyeur fantasy to breaking down and crying about my Dad. So I don't hide much. That said - - -
Peeing yourself is one of those awful things that happen to you when you are little. You really don't know how it happens. It just does. It's not your fault. You just pee. Your Mom makes you go to the bathroom before you go to bed and hopes that works, but it doesn't. It's as though there is a pee monster in your closet. he looks a Sesame Street character and he is carrying a large suction device that will drag out urine and spew it on your Dukes of Hazard sheets like he was spreading dressing on a salad. I wasn't a bed pee boy but I had my occasional lapses with the old fire hose. The last time I peed the bed was when I was living with my ex-girlfriend. We had a dog - and that dog used to sleep in the room with us after we got done having sex. It was a big dog but a snuggler. And she was also a pee pot. So one night I had a dream I was in front of urinal whizzing away - and needless to say I peed the bed. My girlfriend woke up and immediately said, "Bret. Oh My God! Did you pee the bed?" Me being of quick mind and body, leapt from the bed acting horrified, and blamed it on the dog. The girlfriend believed me and I was home free. One night we went out with some friends, and as noted above, I'm not real ashamed of anything, I told the story, and her face opened like a cracked coconut and she admitted to knowing that it was me all along. She just didn't want to say anything.
Last night I peed myself. Not a lot as in I wet the bed. But more as in a pre-zip up last drip kind of pee yourself. Again, I was dreaming that I was peeing at a urinal. Luckily, I woke up by the time the first drop exited my wang piece. I caught the whiz before it could ruin my evening and make me question my bladder control at 25. Anyway - thought you might like to know - - - I showered at 4 a.m. BTW - sorry Mike.