This was the first time I had a spermogram analysis. A young sympathetic nurse handed a glass bowl, took it to a small office, where from the furniture only a chair and a table on which lay several porn magazines. “Well, when you’re done, I’m in the next door,” she said smiling and left me alone. A chopped chair, blurred magazines, constant steps and voices in the hallway, and the door unlocked to the key did not act very excitingly. I had to give the analysis. I began to browse the magazine to get excited...After a few minutes I caught myself in the thought that I was just sitting and enthusiastically reading.