During the time when I was divorced, I was attending college at Marshall U. in Huntington, WV, and tending bar at night.  I went in every afternoon to get the bar straightened up and ready for the evening.

One of the girls I was seeing stopped by while I was alone in the bar one afternoon and drug me into the restroom, kicking and screaming (ok, I considered kicking and screaming for like a millisecond, that counts, right?), and had her way with me.  (I had just scrubbed it with bleach, so it was clean, just powerfully bleachy smelling.) It was shameful of that young girl to do that to me, but what could I do?  I was an old man of 27, while she was ummm... of college age.  (Ok, she was 19 and wasn't supposed to be in the bar in the first place, but I digress.)

We weren't alone when we exited the restroom, but had acquired an appreciative audience.  They all applauded except my boss, who hauled me into her office.  That wasn't quite as pleasant, but we were friends and she was no prude, so it wasn't so bad, just a minor scolding for having been caught really.  She was more upset that I had not thrown my girlfriend out of the bar immediately for being under the minimum drinking age than about the sex in the bathroom thing.

College life was really hard on me.

or not.

:)