I'm sure it was just in my head.

You know how you're not supposed to stand in front of a microwave while it's on? Well, downstairs near our vending machines in a dead-end corridor about a foot and a half wide, there are two microwaves. The newer, slightly cleaner one is on a shelf at about knee level, the other is on a shelf above that. I had my tortellini warming in the lower one, and I walked from the refridgerator on the right of the microwave, toward the cafeteria. As I passed in front of the microwave in use, which rests at just about groin level, I felt a tingling in my "loin space," as Rachel Dratch's professor character referred to it on SNL last week.

Yikes. Musn't do that again.