At the Scissor Sisters show in Philadelphia a couple of weeks ago, some guy spent the entire night trying to hook up in the men’s room.
About half a dozen friends of mine were there, and we were all drinking, so we all made frequent trips to the loo. He wasn’t in there every time, but without exception, each of us had some kind of story about this guy.
He stood a little too close.
He washed his hands a little too long.
He kept trying to catch my eye in the mirror.
He leaned over and watched me pee.
... but enough about me 