This is a story about first dates, the strength of human connection, the emotional power of gunfights, and public masturbation. This is a story about the blood bath that is modern dating in Los Angeles. Have you ever had a first date go so well that halfway into it you start convincing yourself that you shouldn't immediately have sex? Have you ever had a first date go so goddamn wrong that, after your date leaves the bar with someone else, you find yourself alone in the bathroom crying? If so, this is your story - except much, much worse. This is the story of Alex and Julie - and Will. And what happens in the Men's Room.