Dated a girl who was into this. I stumbled across and got my network into live showings of “The Room” for a hot minute and met a girl on tinder during this excursion. I took her to the room, we had a good time- threw some cutlery, made fun of the breast cancer mom, whole nine.

Then she revealed this wasn’t her first time and invited me to a rocky horror picture show showing the next weekend. I was like- sure, hell yeah.

Went to pick her up that night and she was wearing a corset and leather pants with goth Harley Quinn-ish make up and she had the figure and features to make it all fucking work.

Please realize i was pushing 30 like a freight train and this stuff doesn’t happen to often in your adult life. I was soooo happy.

We went to the showing and she was full on- everyone knew her and she got up and did all the live theater parts- yelling weird shit and getting call backs from the aisle.

I was so into it. We went back to her place and had really intense passionate sex like 5 times and collapsed in each others arms as dawn crept into her basement apartment window.

I’d like to say she’s my wife now- but nah. We both ghosted each other after that. Because this is an actual real life story about a chick who’s into the rocky horror picture show and a guy who is into the room- and not a “and we’ve been married for 17 years” comment.