It's been said before, but, if you must get busy with someone in a random jacks - try finding out if they're discrete first. Although, that's a bit of an oxymoron... OK, how about just not doing Langdan Brown in a random jacks? Any spawn of Bobby Brown is bound to leggit to the National Enquirer with the following: "Me and Lindsay got really, really close. She followed me to the bathroom during a private party, and, well, we basically got together. I think she knew who I was when she first saw me (the son of a crackhead, two-hit-wonder, reality TV star?) We were just staring at each other and she walked by. I walked into the bathroom and she followed me in. It didn't end badly, but it did end weird. I'm actually trying to get back in touch with her - really soon." Yeeeah, doing things to a stranger in a toilet does tend to "end weird". There you are, in the height of wild, abandonment and then... "Right, OK, so, um, see you around" *scampers off*. Thank GOD that didn't happen to George Michael. He was inspired to pen a dance floor classic about being caught in the throws of it; a musical event we would've been robbed of if he'd been allowed get to the "avoiding eye contact while silently rearranging garments" stage.
