It was over when I came home and found a Ziploc bag filled with poo left on my kitchen counter next to a note “Had a great time—you rocked my night! xxx” with her phone number. She had broken the toilet and I guess was too mortified to leave her business in the bowl, so she scooped it out, bagged it and forgot it on the counter.

—Bill

Aftermath: I never heard from her again, but her roommate told me she was devastated. We really did have great chemistry, but in the end…

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