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Thursday September 21 2017 - The hair dryerAnecdotes
A few years back, a friend of mine wanted to have a match against one of my opponents. I made an effort to grant him his wish by organizing a group meet. We were three in a hotel room and I pitted him against the wrestler he had fantasized about for several years.

It was clear that my friend had an advantage over his opponent. He was outweighing him by thirty or forty pounds, but he was also outclassing him in skill, strength and experience. That didn't matter. My friend purposely gave his opponent a few chances and a opening or two to fight back. Winning or losing was of no importance since the body contact alone with the wrestler of his dreams was putting him into a state of ecstasy. On occasion, my friend would toy with his wrestling opponent. He would make his opponent's life difficult by applying tough holds and technical maneuvers that are hard to escape. I get to be a spectator in all of this by sitting down a few meters away from them, watching the wrestler struggle against his admirer. Midway through the match, the wrestler is able to break free and retaliates by locking on my friend a reverse head scissors. Shortly after, my friend taps out and runs as fast as he can to the bathroom.

The wrestler and I were confused as we watch my friend run away from the match. We then looked at each other wondering what just happened. After a brief moment of silence, I stood up, went to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

- "What... What's going on?", I asked. "Are you injured? Are you bleeding?"

I heard the faucet squeak and the water running for about thirty seconds. I continued:

- "Hey! Answer me. Are you okay? Can I come in?"

- "Yes, come in. I'm fine", he finally replied.

I opened the door and I see that my friend had removed his wrestling trunks and turned on a hair dryer, directing the warm and gusty blowing wind of the dryer towards his trunks. I was puzzled.

- "Did you sweat that much?", I asked him while raising my eyebrows.

He turned red and whispered:

- "No. I came... I *creamed* my wrestling trunks!"

I really had to hold myself from laughing out loud. He instructed me to come in and close the bathroom door behind me. He explained to me that during the reverse head scissors, his face was against the wrestler's crotch and my friend's own crotch was rubbing on the bed sheets that we've put on the carpet. He was too excited and the friction of the floor against his crotch made him reach a climax. Feeling too embarrassed to continue the match, he felt it was his civic duty to wash and clean his trunks from any incriminating evidence.

- "Okay... let me buy you some time for you to relax. I'll go wrestle him while you dry your trunks... and perhaps get your mojo back."

As I got out of the bathroom, the confused opponent came to me and was worried. His face was looking down in shame, thinking he did the unthinkable.

- "Is he okay? Did I hurt him? Should I call an ambulance?", he asked me.

I smiled.

- "Nah... don't worry. He'll be fine. Just let him rest and let's just wrestle. You and me. Forget about him for now."

Luckily, about 15 minutes later, my friend got out of the bathroom. He got himself in a better "self control" situation and was able to resume the match... as if nothing had happened and happy as a kid.

To this day, I still poke my friend and make fun of him about this. Yes, I obviously anonymized the story by removing the names so that other people don't make fun of him as well. In any case, I'm sure some of you have experienced a similar story in their lifetime. Okay... maybe you didn't use a hair dryer to cover up your tracks.

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