My brother was in the military and at the base bar. This was a few months after his divorce from his slut wife was final. This woman walks up to him at the bar and ask "Can I buy you a drink?"
He says "I don't know. Do you swallow?"
She say "Yes I do."
He said "I'll have a Becks".
The next morning he called me and told me what happened. I said I don't believe you. He said hold on and next I know the woman is telling me it's the truth.
They married two years later. They're still together and have a daughter. Pretty funny. My mom comes up with so many different "they met" stories when asked. Never the same one. It's like she can't deal with the truth