This chapter refers to an unusual date that Joey once had, and which he told the others about in episode 203, The One Where Heckles Dies. It also refers to Susie Moss's underwear prank on Chandler in episode 213, The One After the Superbowl, Part II.

Joey lay in his own bed that night and remembered that years ago he had dated a woman, or at least someone he thought was a woman, with a big Adam's apple. Joey had broken up with her because her Adam's apple bothered him so much, but he still found her hot and very kissable. When Joey told his friends this story later on, the guys had told him pointedly that women don't have Adam's apples. Maybe they were right, and "she" had not been a she.

How blind could he have been? Was he really that dumb? Or maybe it was self denial? He didn't know how to handle being turned on by someone so unexpected.

Then there was the fact that Joey always pictured Chandler's hot mother Nora Tyler Bing whenever he had sex. Though it bothered Chandler, Joey had long considered this an innocent fantasy. Yet, how big a leap was it from picturing Chandler's mom to picturing Chandler himself?

Apparently not that big a leap. When Joey had tried to sleep with that girl Jessie tonight, his thoughts kept straying to Chandler again and again. He even pictured Chandler wearing that hot pink g-string, from back when Susie Moss stole all Chandler's clothes and left him trapped in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant.

"Hey, where you going?" Jessie looked confused when Joey suddenly left her bed.

"Um, I can't do this. I gotta go."

"What?" She stopped him as he tried to get dressed. "Come on, you've got a reputation for never failing." She ran her hand along his erection again. "And you look ready to me."

"Hey!" He jerked away from her touch. "No, uh, it's not that."

"Then what's the matter, Joey?"

"I, uh, I remembered that I have to go home now, that's all. Big audition in the morning."

"Well, I can't send you home like this," she tried to grab him again, but he dodged her.

"No, no! I don't have time!" Joey quickly covered himself up and hurried out her door, knowing that Jessie would probably badmouth him all over town, and he'd probably have no luck with women for a while at least.

It would probably serve him right, anyway. Although Joey was long out of high school, and nearing thirty, he still viewed his dates not so much as real people, but as conquests that proved how hot and macho he was. Sure, he knew he would have to treat women better and settle down someday, as his family urged, but so far he preferred continuing in this shallow, self-centered vein.

Joey sighed and remembered the dream that he had heard Chandler having about him earlier, a dream which had now become reality. They had actually slept together, and liked it. More than that, Chandler wasn't just some forgettable one-night stand; he was a real person, and Joey's best friend. So how in the world would Joey face him in the morning?