The Long Shot
"I went to a BBQ at my friend's place and was hanging out alone. A girl walked in and I was immediately drawn to her. I laid down my best game, which didn't do much, and I left the BBQ not expecting to see her again. Two or three months later she came out to see me play bluegrass in Astoria, and again didn't seem interested. Randomly on Memorial Day she texted saying she didn't want to be at work so I convinced her to come day drink with me. After a few hours of drinking we went into a place called Monte's, which no longer exists. She and I and a small group of my friends went in, and we were gifted many shots of whiskey.
"The girl then went to the bathroom. As she was walking out, I was stumbling into the bathroom hallway. In my [inebriated] state I had already started undoing my pants to speed the peeing process up, and then I saw her. She looked at me giggling as she saw my pants were falling to my ankles. I started laughing too and then grabbed her and started to kiss her. Then I brought her into the bathroom, where we proceeded to have sex. When the deed was done, we both exited and rejoined our group. I invited her back to my place, I ordered in pizza, put on Arrested Development, and we've been dating ever since."
“In the early ‘90s there was a bar, the Black Bass, on Columbus Ave, across from the Museum of Natural History, that had dollar drafts. It wasn’t fancy. It rocked. I met a gal and we hit it off. We walked into the ‘ladies room’ and she pulled her underwear down onto one ankle, flipped up her skirt, bent over, clutched the sink, and looked in the mirror at me. Like two hours later we walked back into the bar and resumed our conversation. I miss the ‘90s.”
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Meagan Drillinger is a contributing writer for Thrillist and would consider doing it in a bathroom if not for the horrible lighting.