Danielle and I lived together, with two other roommates, for a few months in 2001. Neither of us was old enough to go to bars, our other roommates weren't a whole lot of fun, and we weren't particularly wealthy, so we had to be creative with our methods of entertainment. We would sit in her room and listen to Chris Isaak, plotting our move to San Francisco, and the steps we would take to stalk him. We would get dressed up in sexy clothes and fancy designer makeup and perfume, only to realize that we didn't have anywhere to go.

We saw an ad on television for L!ve L!nks, a telephone chat line, and started calling regularly, sometimes as ourselves looking for people to party with, and sometimes as outrageous characters that we couldn't believe people actually thought were real.

We spent a post-Halloween evening in a closed costume shop with four random guys who had been hired to take inventory and had access to the building whenever they wanted. We lured a scrawny 20-something to our house with the promise of domination and anal play. After listening to him whine for half an hour about being laid off from some high-tech job, Danielle suggested that he leave and come back never. The next day he called while I was at work and asked Danielle if she'd like to be his friend. She said no, so he called later and asked me if I would be interested in hanging out sometime. I also said no.

After awhile we stopped calling, but today we had a brainstorm: Why not start calling again? Why not start a joint blog and document our hilarious and evil encounters with desperate, bizarre men? Why not expand our horizons and start calling different party lines in various cities across the U.S.? We decided to do just that.