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Friday Fun Thread for August 1, 2025

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While we're on the subject of bar exams, I had an idea when I took it called the Mount Everest of Lays. There may be more difficult situations to get laid in, but I haven't though of one that has the same combination of a necessarily limited time frame, situational inappropriateness (without being too inappropriate), and theoretical availability of women. The idea is getting laid on the evening between the two days of the bar exam with someone you met at the bar exam.

Entirely different profession, but I almost managed that. I had just given the first of the two exams needed to get licensed as a doctor in the UK. Funnily enough, the same buddy I was supposed to come visit in London was with me, and once it was done, we were both gassed, deeply anxious about the results, and in dire need of a stiff drink.

We set off for a nearby pub, and were just about done discussing and drowning our sorrows when a pair of pretty ladies came up to our table.

They said they'd recognized us from the exam center, and evinced an interest in going out dancing. I can't dance to save my life, but I was several drinks in and willing to give it a go, especially when a pretty woman was asking.

That was a night to remember. I probably danced six hours straight, till maybe 4 am. For once, I wasn't the worst dancer on the floor, as my friend thought standing on the spot and autistically stimming up and down counted. He had a six-pack, so I'm sure it wasn't a deal breaker.

I would have gotten laid, if I hadn't been honest and told them that I was taken while we were riding an elevator up to the clubs. I resigned myself to being a good wingman, but even on the dance club, I'm sure that if I had fewer scruples it would have worked out.

Once even the girls, who absolutely could dance, were done (or the club kicked us out, I don't remember), we caught a cab. Ah, good times. Even if I didn't get laid, the mere optionality had plenty of value in my eyes.