SF Jdate? - Oh Shit!

I've moved from Philadelphia to San Francisco, but that doesn't mean I can't still post to the blog. I have a few half written posts that Ill hopefully post over the next few weeks. No scary dates in SF yet, but its only a matter of time. I'll share a quick story that happened to a friend of a friend.

My friend's friend was at a bar with a group of people. He's a nice guy, but not really much of a looker. Out of nowhere an incredibly beautiful woman starts hitting on him and offering to buy him drinks. This was odd because a) normally guys pursue the women in this situation b) he is kind of fugly c) she was really hot. He just went with it (I would have done the same thing). After 2 or 3 drinks she asks if he wants to go back to her place, and he of course responds yes. They head back to her car and start making out in the backseat. After about 15 minutes he gets an uncontrollable urge to shit himself. He tries to power through it, but after 5 minutes he stops and says that he needs to leave. She is incredibly disappointed and comments that they are having such a great time and have so much in common. He says that he knows but really needs to leave and tries to give her his number. She again begs him to stay and after about a minute of this he responds by saying, "look stay right here I'll be back in 15 minutes, I promise." Very disappointed she says that if he leaves now she'll never call him again. Finally, he owns up to his motive: "Look, you are amazing and I am having a great time too, but I must have eaten something funny earlier and I really need to use the restroom." She smiled and just said, "I know I put a laxative in your drink; I'm into that." Horrified, he simply responded, "What the fuck?!?!?!" and ran full speed away from the car.