it’s 1991, and you’re walking alone in downtown Seattle after a Soundgarden show. It’s midnight, it’s raining hard, and you’re trying not to make eye contact with anyone so nothing happens. You sigh and think that you should’ve carpooled with your friends, but they left already. You’re passing a bar when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and see a very handsome and kind looking man, who smiles and says

“Hey, what’s a girl like you doing walking alone in Seattle at midnight?”