Several years ago, I decided to go out with a colleague who had asked me out several times. I wasn't particularly attracted to him, but he seemed nice enough. So, I figured I'd give it a chance. The whole evening was a disaster. No matter how hard I tried to get into our date, it just didn't work for me. I suggested we end our evening. My date said he needed to use the men's room. When he returned, we left the restaurant and started walking down a very busy city street. It was then that I noticed about a three-foot stream of stained toilet paper sticking out from the back of his pants. It was trailing behind him in the wind. I didn't know what to do. I tried to make a grab for it but couldn't. So, I started to walk away from him as I tried to dodge the stares of all the snickering people. When he left me off, he asked to come upstairs. I said no. About two hours later, he called me up and asked me very angrily why I hadn't done anything about the toilet paper. He said he knew that was the reason he didn't get any "action" after our date. -- Clara, 34