Man, I'm with ya.

When I was younger, I brought a girl back to my aunt's house who'd gone away for the weekend. Things were going smoothly but I needed a shit.

"Alright" I thought. "No big deal, I shit all the time. I can handle it". So I go to the bathroom with confidence to take a dump. It was only after I'd finished my business did I realise there was no toilet paper, nor magazines, or anything even remotely substitutional.

Now this was the first date with the girl so there was no way I was going to shout at her to bring me some toilet paper. And I wasn't about to leave without wiping my ass. Luckily, out of the corner of my eye I spotted it. In the shower my aunt had a little green glove loufer...

I soaked that bad boy in hot water and gave myself a thorough cleaning. Success. However, I now needed to dispose of the loufer and my aunt didn't have a bin in the bathroom. My choices were try to be discrete and smuggle that shit-covered glove to the kitchen bin. Or do what I did, which was rinse it off and put it back in the shower.

Wasn't until a couple years later I told my aunt.