Excerpted from FHM's TRUE STORIES: Bathroom Visit Frustrated over our failed attempts to have a baby, my wife and I decided to see a fertility doctor. As my appointment approached, I began to dread the idea of masturbating in some cold office and wondered if I'd be able to perform under the pressure. At the doctor's office, I filled out some paperwork, and then the nurse handed me a cup and told me to go to the bathroom and bring back a sample. I was a bit irritated that I didn't have a video or magazine to help me, and was downright annoyed when I realized I'd been sent to a public bathroom. I went to the stall farthest from the door and proceded to let the festivities begin. It was a horrible endeavor, but after 20 minutes and more than a few interruptions by other bathroom-goers, I finally produced a cup of my "home brew". When I handed my sample to the nurse, she looked at it in surprise. "I'm sorry," she said. "I thought I explained-we just needed a urine sample from you today." The mistake was so embarrassing, I haven't even been able to tell my wife. Nothing in my opinion would be more embarrassing than the above....
