I had spotted a fantastic woman (if you ask me) in the club and repeatedly made eye contact and tried to smile at her which was a bit difficult as the club was pretty crowded and whenever our eyes met there was someone walking through the imaginary line.
A couple of songs, two drinks and countless people stepping on my foot later the woman made her way over to me.
I was excited. My palms were getting sweaty and I was hoping that I’d be able to say something witty or intelligent.
But at least she started to speak…. and said: “Excuse me, do you know where the toilets are?”
Yes, I did. At least I was able to say something useful.
