I flushed myself in the toilet.
On a night out with my girls, I met a nice guy at the club. He seemed like the perfect gentleman: buying me drinks and dancing with me all night. He was a little rough around the edges, but it made him even sexier to me. We exchanged numbers and talked on the phone for a week before arranging to meet again in person. After a few oversize margaritas at a restaurant, it seemed like we were really hitting it off. But something changed when the bill came. My date excused himself to the restroom. I didn’t get alarmed until 20 minutes or more had passed. I even went to look for him, and called his cell phone, which was turned off. He’d slipped out the door, leaving me to pay the tab! I haven’t heard from him since, but if I ever run into him, he owes me an explanation and $20 bucks.
