Short story long, I told my girlfriend I would take something over to her apartment tonight. I got there, and her cellphone was off. I wandered around her building, trying to bust my way into one of the locked entries to get up to her place, knock on the door, and deliver the goods. As I came around the back, I happened to glance into the window of one of the apartments on the bottom floor. It's totally on ground level, and I wasn't snooping. It was pitch black outside, and the person had their television on. Except it wasn't their television, it was a computer monitor. I did a double-take when I noticed what looked to be the heaving torso of a woman with VERY nice, perky breasts. It was a complete reflex reaction. I repeat, I was not trying to spy on anyone! I chuckled to myself - "Is this person really watching porn with the blinds open?" I did a quick scan of the place, only to see that the guy was sitting right in front of the monitor, with his back to me, at a 90 degree angle to the monitor, furiously beating his meat. The motion was unmistakable. Part of me was fascinated in a horrified sort of way, and I wanted to stand there, watch, and confirm that I actually WAS seeing what I was seeing. But then I realized, "Jesus Christ, what if he turns around and sees ME standing here, watching him rub his dong? I don't want to be the guy that watches other guys masturbate!" I quickly made my way toward the parking lot, but after I got like five or 10 steps past the window, the full reality of the situation just hit me: I SAW A GUY RUBBING HIS PENIS, FRENETICALLY, TO PORNOGRAPHY. I feel like part of my childhood has been torn away. I fear my own wiener will never work again. Has anyone else ever gone through a situation like this? And if so, can I ever hope to erase the memory of it from my brain? And what sort of a person, on the bottom floor of a massive apartment building along a busy street, just rubs one out in plain view, without at least lowering the shades?