A friend of mine set me up on a blind date with this guy who seemed to be pretty nice. We went out for drinks, then played a game of pool. He had picked me up at 6 p.m., so I thought for sure we were going to have dinner. But that never happened. Three drinks later, on my empty stomach, I decided it was time to call it a night. (I was starving!) He drove me home and, just as I was saying goodnight, he asked if he could use my bathroom. "Sure, OK," I replied. He went into my bathroom, and the next thing I knew, he was taking a shower! I just sat there listening to the shower run, not knowing what to do. Eventually, he came out of my bathroom wrapped in a towel. I told him that was time for him to go. Fortunately, he was polite and left--fully dressed. I never understood why he did what he did, but we never went out again.
— Marsha, 35