Sometimes, the oddest memories fly into your brain.

I don't know why I thought of this tonight.  There was a guy named Dan that I dated a couple times.  I think it was the second date when I learned that I should pick restaurants that don't have windows large enough for a person to fit through in the bathroom.  OK, not exactly- but close.

Before the meal came, we were talking about what we were looking for by using <insert online dating method here>. He was noncommittal and wanted to date lots of people. I told him I wanted to be married.  I thought he was going to choke on his beer.  I'm not sure if he was more surprised by my honesty or my answer.  He excused himself to the bathroom, stood up, hesitated and sat back down.  I don't remember exactly what point he felt compelled to make, but apparently it was important enough to delay his bladder.  As I waited for him to return, I remember thinking, "Well, he is busting out the bathroom window right about now."  He did return to finish his meal.

I might have been better off if he hadn't.  He had an odd habit of taking a toiletry bag into restaurants.  This was the kind men pack in a suitcase as a shaving kit on vacation.  There was nothing subtle about it.  After he ate, he would brush his teeth.  Don't get me wrong, I am a huge fan of dental hygiene. I floss every night and well cared for teeth are important to me. But this was weird. No one wants to walk around with food stuck in your teeth.  I get that.  There are times I've been known to keep dental floss in my purse.  But a man taking his toothbrush and toothpaste into a restaurant crossed the line. 

Here was the other sort of odd thing.  We went to a 'family fun center' to race go karts, play mini golf, and they had bumper boats.  The tweens that were in the other boats were very amused dousing us with their water guns.  Not thinking this through, I wasn't planning on bumper boats and had been wearing a white shirt that day.  Needless to say, I was my own wet t-shirt contest.  Getting ready to leave to get something to eat, I faced him and asked how much he could see through my shirt.  He was a guy after all.  I didn't do this in front of a large group. In fact, I was even discrete- as discrete as you can be in a wet, white shirt. Asking him to look was so embarrassing to him and I practically had to force him to make sure I would offend at the Olive Garden.  I was giving him a freebie of sorts, and he was mortified. (maybe I should have been offended?)

Oh yeah, I remember why I thought of this tonight.  The thought of someone crawling out the bathroom window to escape crossed my mind. If I consider all of the worst case scenarios, they won't happen.  Right?