We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I guess amore is sometimes just overwhelmingly urgent, like diarrhea. Been there, but never when fully sober. I remember in the 70s when the only thing going on in restaurant bathrooms was people doing lines of coke with rolled-up $100 bills.
It is performed standing up, I assume, like the coke.
So my more worldly colleagues tell me that under the table relief was a well known feature of certain Philippine establishments.... all it cost was some overpriced sugar water for the hostess and of course, your own overpriced adult beverage. All that Olongapo liberty during the Vietnam unpleasantness educated young American sailors in much more than how to get drunk in a foreign port.
Sadly, I obtained all my understanding of this education somewhat third hand as it were, never having made a WESTPAC cruise. It is all to the better, I never had massive doses of penicillin injected in my derrière or had the much dreaded drips. But I did pick up the patois from my fellow sailors and can chant 40 years later:
HEY Joe! Buy watch! Buy Ring! Buy sister! She A number 1 Joe. ..... and so on.
All that hijack to say, this is nothing new, nothing that doesn't go on in dimly lit corners of some restaurants in the U.S. Just visit a few sites here of the interwebs and find out which of you favorite celebrities were groping/being groped or doing the nasty for all their admirers to gawk....