Don't you just hate it when you're sitting at the bar, frustrated as hell after having spent the whole night trying to get B. the bartender to take off his underwear, pleasantly flirting with L. the other built-like-a-brick-shithouse bartender, while jerking off a really hot half-naked Asian guy under the bar where no one can see, and you ask the Asian guy if you can bring him off and he replies "not unless you take me somewhere private"? Then you mention the fact that one of the bathrooms has a lock and he says, "I'm not getting off with you unless you take me back to your place or to a hotel" and you can't take him back to your place because you have like 25 roommates most of whom are totally square and your room is a pig sty and you can't take him to a hotel because, and you mean this nicely, for the price of a hotel room, you could afford a Bulgarian guy from Stella's who is hotter and better hung. So you wind up just kissing him goodnight and going home to jack off to internet porn.

Or does that just happen to me?

Arrgghh!!!!! I have got to quit going out with Steve on a weeknight.