Due to the overwhelmingly positive response to this post, here's a picture of us:

my story involved mozzerella sticks and they are the key to romance. Scratch that, they are the key to LIFE.

Once I was at my friend's apartment and I was really drunk. I crawled out on his fire escape and I noticed the hot guy who lived upstairs was out, so I crawled up another level.

My best pickup wasn't even mine. It was my kid's.

I would always go through the line of a particularly cute grocery clerk. One day, I heard him saying he got off work at 12:30 am. About 12:20, I went through his line with some beer and snacks. He said "What are you doing buying beer at midnight?" and I said "Inviting you over when you get off in 10 minutes." He came…

Is it just me, or do way too many of this week's stories involve mozzarella sticks?

This photo may represent the greatest concentration of Would Not Bang that I've ever seen.

I had a major hard crush on a guy at the store I worked at. I didn't know much about him, except that we liked some of the same movies and that he was so gorgeous to me that I walked into a sign once when he said hi.

Me: *wandering around eating an order of mozerella sticks during O week in college* "GOD. I ate all these and now I don't feel like walking anywhere!"

On my fathers 50th birthday we threw him a surprise party. All eight of my siblings made the trip to be there and one of my younger brothers brought his then girlfriend and her cousin tagged along. I immediately noticed her gracefulness but at the time was going through the realization that I had failed at my chosen…

You are my people.

Me(at a bar, staring at a guy's basket of mozzarella sticks): "You gonna finish that?"

My ex husband never got that I was asking him out (we were teenagers), so I finally just told him to come to the movies with me and a big group of friends. And asked him to pick me up. We get to the movie and he's like, "...where's everyone else?"

Also, one time I got a guy to go home with me by saying we could make a sleeping fort. We did, which he promptly passed out in.

Once, I went over to this guy's house and brought beer because he wasn't 21 yet and a DVD of 28 Days Later and we sat on couches across the room from each other and I just thought at him real hard to make a move. Eventually, he was like "Hey, um, are you trying to have sex with me?" and I was like "WHAT IF I AM."

I went straight for the kill, which is something that is totally out of character for me. Typically, I'll wait years for someone to notice me, but a few years ago I had enough. While out at a bar with a friend on a particularly quiet night, the cold air blew in the object of my affection. We knew each other, but he…

Newly single, I ran into this hot guy I was acquainted with at a bar after my band played a show. I was like "Hey, I know you. What's your name again?"

He told me his name and my next question was "Wanna go make out in your car?"

I invited my now husband to a Judge Judy viewing party. Of course, I was too subtle in the pick-up and he didn't really realize that I was asking him out. Luckily he got his shit together.

It was a glorious summer day in drawing class so we all went out to the historical cemetery on campus to sketch. I was wearing a red sundress and I decided that I really wanted to get the attention of this one guy I'd been checking out all term.