I cannot for the life of me work out why ladies go to “powder their noses” together, despite the fact that I am a lady. (Maybe I'm not, but that is another topic.) It was never an issue. I would watch the other ladies at the table nudge and wink at each other and then tootle off together. This was great – it left me alone to chat with the guys and when the urge to go became overpowering I would politely make my excuses and make my way to the ladies ALONE.
Then the other night, something odd happened.
I was out with a group of friends, which included a female friend of a friend who I hadn’t met before. Lets call her Kate. At some point towards the end of the evening there was a point in the conversation which neither Kate nor I were involved in and she quite loudly (to my ears at least) across the table “Kim, don’t you need to go to the loo”. Not feeling that particular urge at the moment I looked at her blankly and then nodded my agreement lest she repeat herself and attract more attention. “Cool” I thought, now is my opportunity to find out what really happens when ladies go to “powder their noses”. Hopefully there will be a little gem of gossip or scandal imparted or I’d be able to answer a question that had been bugging her all evening. So off we tootled, found the facilities (it was the first time either of us were there) and then … NOTHING. No hand holding, no gossip, no probing questions. Niks. Nada. Nothing. I was disappointed to find that my foray into this secret world of the ladies powder room hadn’t yielded anything. It wasn’t sufficient to convince me that these tête-à-tête’s are nothing more than “face time”, but there will be more opportunities to investigate.
For those people reading this who think that men are innocent in this behaviour, think again and keep a watchful eye out when you are in a group. You’ll be surprised how many times a guy will get up to follow another to use the facilities. What is the reason? It may be as simple as the “appropriate moment” or something more complicated (or sinister if your mind works that way).
This post was included in the June edition of the Creative Carnival hosted by Write Anything.