My whole life I have noticed the occassional “call Jenny for a good time at 555-XXXX” thing in the mens restroom. This is in addition to the even more common gay sexual messages and invitations. However, have any guys ever tried this with female public restrooms? Here’s how it would work. You hire or convince a female to write messages for you in female public restrooms that say things like “does your boyfriend or husband not like going down on you? Call me for great sex”. At the very least you would have a captive audience and little competition (at least from guys) with your message.
Many years ago, I went into a stall in the women’s restroom at a drive-in theater (I am a woman, so I was entitled to be there).
Someone, presumably male, had written a phone number on the wall, adding the message I AM ELEVEN INCHES.
I rummaged in my purse and found an eyebrow pencil to write a response. I just could not resist the temptation to write WOW. MY BARBIE DOLL REALLY WANTS TO MEET YOU.
But is it really “Jenny” who is advertising her services? Or is it some jerky guy who got turned down flat by Jenny and needs to make himself feel manly by trashing her? Or maybe it’s some girl who doesn’t like Jenny because she’s a whole lot prettier, and she’s the one who is leaving the notes on Jenny’s “behalf”?
No, but one time I got my pen out and very carfully wrote (in tiny letters) “Here lies Jimmy Hoffa” in the grout between the tiles.
I will try it first thing tomorrow at work and let you know how things go.
Would you think that any woman that you met via a public toilet wall, could be brought home to meet your Mom?
Oh, first they meet his Mom and then they have sex with him?
I don’t think that a person responding to the advertisement would be all that concerned about this possibility…unless, of course, the telephone number belonged to his mom.
Isn’t Jenny’s number 867-5309? 
Everyone, I hate to break it to you, but this whole sex through a number written on the bathroom wall is a myth. The numbers in the men’s room, if they are even real, were written by troglodytes who couldn’t come to grips with rejection of one form or another.
A number in the ladies room, no matter how it gets there, isn’t going to get much of a reaction. A woman’s sex drive is isolated from her dialing finger by a few more logic circuits than a man’s.
Of course, technically, “one” is “more.”
Depends on what you mean by “dialing.”
A mate’s brother appeared by name on the wall of a ladies toilet somewhere, along with a description of him that claimed he was “hung like a donkey.”
But then the story always finishes when we learn it was probably the brother who’d sneaked in and written this himself 