“Are you getting this? You are? Good. Listen up because I’m only going to tell this story once.
I was seventeen, and had just recently dropped out of school. Filled with teenage angst and horny intentions, I walked downtown in search of some people with which I could associate and properly ‘get my rocks off’ if you catch my drift. I strolled into a bar, cool as a cucumber, and gazed about me. My bloodshot eyes nearly popped out of my head at the sight. Across the room stood a tall, lovely woman. She was in her mid-twenties and had beauty like I had never seen. Naturally, I walked over and mustered up the courage to speak to her. As I closed in on her, she glanced over at me and must have noticed the panicked expression on my face. Her eyes darted downward and she began to reel back, taking in a deep breath. The scream that followed was deafening, so I countered by singing Pearl Jam’s ‘Black’ in the loudest voice I could summon. I dunno, at the time it just seemed like the right thing to do. Everyone ran out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Well, I wouldn’t see that woman for a few more months, but it doesn’t really matter because it all worked out in the end. And that kids, is how I met your mother.”
-How I Met Your Mother Season Finale
