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Two words : Performance Anxiety
I would guess that for "some guys", it's kind of like having trouble taking a leak at the trough with a bunch of other guys standing around, but multiplied by a factor of ten. What if you walk in there all macho and Chuck Norris/Walker Texas Ranger-like, and then all of a sudden you can't pee? "Cause the eyes of a ranger..."
Or better yet, how 'bout grinding out a steamer next to a chick you're attracted to or vice vesa? I'm not saying whether it's right/wrong or any of that, but there you go. It takes about six months of living with a girl before she starts walking in on you reading the paper on your throne, and even that's a bit too soon for me. Just a wee bit hasty.
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