I swear this is a true story. I have been looking for a medium to share this story for a while.
Two of my buddies and I were out a typical bar on a Friday night. Live music, pitcher specials, dark atmosphere. We had been there for a couple hours already and were on pitcher number 6 or so. I left to go take a piss. When I got back, my buddies tell me, "dude... You won't believe what just happened. Some chick just slid her number on the table in passing and said text me and walked off."