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Five Stories: Unlikely First Meetings
Our readers on bad pickup lines, drunkenness, laundromats — and the surprising relationships they led to.
Looking for a good time?
It was Wednesday, and Dollar Drink night was well underway. With a bladder full of cheap beer and legs I couldn't keep crossed anymore, I bee-lined for the bathroom. There I came across the classic "Call This Number for a Good Time" scribble. This poor guy, I thought. I would die if my number was on a bathroom stall. In a fit of good will, I decided to tell him. Luckily, in our day and age, it's unnecessary to actually call; all I had to do was send a text.
Me: "Dude, did you know your number is on a bathroom stall?"
Bathroom Stall Stranger: "Where at?"
M: "Girls' bathroom, upstairs middle stall, at Chuck's. I consider this my community service for the year. If I had a pen I would black it out."
BSS: "Really? I'm across the street from Chuck's right now. Meet me out front."
M: "I'm just curious -- are you a boy or a girl?"
BSS: "Do you think a lesbian put a girl's number up there?"
M: "Could happen."
BSS: "I'm def a dude, LOL."
M: "Okay cool. I'm deleting all this now because I can't be the girl who has a friend she met on a bathroom stall. Bye!"
BSS: "Ouch! This would be a sweet story to tell years from now when we're best friends."
M: "No, it wouldn't. It would make me look like a total creeper and not the good Samaritan I truly am."
BSS: "Whatever. You're not the creeper; it's my number that's on a bathroom stall!"
M: "Uh, it's super creepy to text the number that says 'for a good time.' It's like a step away from prostitution."
BSS: "Just come downstairs. I'll buy you beer and we can find a sharpie. I have a black hat on."
Luckily, when I got downstairs, he was adorable and about as hungry as I was. After sneaking him into the girl's room to scratch out his number and replace it with "Ryan and Mila Were Here," we made a scandalous-looking exit out of the bathroom, out of the bar, and on to Taco Bell. We've been together ever since. — Jamila Brown
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Commentarium (17 Comments)
the girl "from nyc" probably lived there for 6 months after all the references of being a savvy, streetwise new yorker. ps-@fuckyou: calm down
are you a female? have you ever even been to new york? it takes about two weeks to realize that you don't talk to men, don't look at men, and don't respond to cat-calls and advances
I lived in NYC for a year and a half for a college program, and as I am decently attractive and young, I whole-heartedly concur with this. look straight ahead, don't make eye contact, don't respond to cat calls, whistles, or questions. most guys spitting game like this are cray cray. girls learn this super quick in nyc. so what if she was there for six months, or six years? the rules still apply, and especially with shit like this it doesn't take long to figure out
I really liked these stories. Thanks for sharing, guys.
I know everyone says this on the other "Five Stories" features but this really is the greatest thing ever. Thanks, Nerve.
I agree. I look forward to these every week!
Thanks guys. Help us keep them coming -- and submit your stories / tell your friends!
"Strange economy where chicken soup and back-rubs were traded for blowjobs and and advice about how to be a gay man". Beautiful
I appreciated that line, too.
Thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed these.
adored the first story!
That first story sounds just like something I'd do... but with better results. :)
first story! total creeper!
Why is one of my photos being used in this article, and why wasn't I asked first?
Best "how we met" story I've ever heard!
You're the gretaets! JMHO
I'm not easily impressed. . . but that's imrpessing me! :)