I spent most of my profoundly unproductive workday exchanging texts with a friend about her disasterous bar hook up from last night.

He flat-out refused to wear a condom, which is a deal breaker for my friend. So after failing to convince a stranger to bounce around on his unwrapped, flesh colored disease wand, he starts asking for a blow job. Which. I mean. Nice try, dude.

The guy who has unprotected sex with strangers is not a guy whose dick you want in your mouth.

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So she's getting ready to take off, obviously irritated. He asks if she wants to see him again, understandably, she does not. So then he pulls some level ten creeper shit and gets her to call him under some, "I can't find my phone," pretense. So now he has her number. Ugh.

I hear stories like this from my friends all of the time. (My friends are slutty.) And always makes me think what amazing luck I've had with random bar hook ups. It's always casual and fun, with very minimal drama. Except for the multi-orgasmic seminary student who fell off the vag wagon. His parents called me a week later to ask if I had any STDs/Jesus in my life.

So I'm curious, for those of you who enjoy fondling strange sticky things, how often would say things go pear shaped? (That's not a reference to fucking fat chicks, BTW) Any particularly horrific stories?