Happens to us guys too.
Was at howl at the moon last weekend, plowed and was dancing with a few friends. This gal comes up and is dancing with me. Not unusual at a piano bar...you dance with 80 year olds there. Anyway, she grabs me, spins me around and plants one on me. Next thing I know, her tounge is halfway down my throat, and
I taste blood. Seriously. Since I am not a blood connesiour, I couldnt tell if it was mine or hers, so I grab my grapefruit and stoli, take a big swig, swish it around, and spit it out into the empty beer Amber had just put on the table. I now find Clarissa(her name) sketchy, so I make for the exit. its 2am anyway, and I am tired. Our group is doing that bar closing thing, where you wait for your entire party out front. I see Clarissa. She wants to give me her number. I dont have a pen. She goes in and gets one. Then asks me if I have paper, again no. So then, bloody stalker girl goes back into the bar to get paper. Comes out and tells me, "here my number, call me ok? So you remember me (in the "one time at band camp" voice) and remember that I am a biology major, I wrote the word 'bacteria' under my name."
Who does that?
BACTERIA??? What, like I wass hopeing her initials were STD as well? She might as well have said, "my name is Clarissa, but my friends call me Clap for short." WTF? SERIOUSLY, WHO USES BACTERIA AS A COME ON????
Being a gentleman, I acepted the number and my friends came to my rescue and ushered me out of there really quickly, but so one of my wierder experiences.
I feel your pain amy...