ChrisRockwell wrote:
For your amusement, I hereby present "TOWELS".
I had to dig this one up from another board back in November. Still worth sharing.
I met this girl at the bar a few months back. She tracked me down on Harvard Connection and we start talking. Recently she starts following me out to shows. Maybe 3 or 4. We're at 56 and she says "there is this creepy guy here who recognized me from The Fax". So immediately my guard is up and I know this won't be going anywhere but I still enjoyed her company and all so I didn't make a huge deal out of her being a stripper.
Well one night I get bored and she happens to be online. I send a quick message saying "hey, lets grab a bite and a drink" and we meet up for a meal and some wine. Time passes and she says she wants to come back to my place to watch a movie. Seems innocent enough to me so I go along with it. 2 bottles of wine in, no less.
Back at my place, the conversation sort of goes like this:
her: you think that bar across the street is still open? (its about 11:30 at this point)
me: probably. you want to grab another quick drink?
her: not really....
me: you want to listen to some blues? thats pretty much what the Rainbow is...live blues/rock.
her: not really, no.....
me: well whats the deal?
her: (nervous) this is sort of silly but I have to use the bathroom.
OK...lets stop here. Had she not made a big deal of it, I wouldn't have cared. If she just came right out and said "Oh babe, I gotta take a dump" I would have laughed and told her to let 'er rip. I laugh it off with a chuckle to sort of ease the tension -
me: no need to feel silly, its all good. bathroom is at the top of the stairs, I will just run downstairs and check my Harvard Connection. and trust me, if you gotta go, you gotta go. but you'd probably be better off going here than at the friggin Rainbow of all places.
I run downstairs, she jumps into the bathroom. I hear the tap running. Classic chick move, right? Like, ohhh, her hands are gonna smell nice after washing them for 12 minutes straight.
This is where things get interesting. She calls out the first time.
her: "Do you have any spray??"
(fuck, here we go)
me: "there is a scented candle in there, I am sliding some matches under the door for you right now. Just light that."
she calls out a second time.
her: "I think I need the spray! Do you have any spray??"
me: "Its down here, I am bringing it up now and will leave it just outside the door for you"
she calls out a third time.
her: "DO YOU HAVE ANY TOWELS?"
me: "........................there should be toilet paper in there. If you don't see it, check under the sink!"
her: "No, you don't understand, I want to take a quick shower to wash my bum!"
ok.....here is what sort of goes through my head:
1) I sort of just met this girl - what the hell is going on here?
2) Thats a bit presumptuous of her to think that I'd be going anywhere close to her anus tonight. Cos I'm not.
3) What the FUCK kind of explosive bowel movement did she just have that she has to take a fucking shower after? Is she spraying and splashing shit all on the underside of my toilet seat or what??
Cherry on top was that we were watching Kenny vs Spenny (her choice). We hit Play All and they were just running through....when she came out, it just happened to be on "Who Can Blow The Biggest Fart?". She wasn't laughing much...
True story.
Towels.
the guy who wrote this is beyond a loser. a girl has to shit? so what? people shit! and then she does the cool thing and cleans her girl area and this fuck wad thinks it's a bad thing? I'm actually mad.