Something was fishy. I checked the first stall. There was no solicitation, only frat-graffiti. This was not what I was looking for. I looked around further and saw that there was a big debate on the wall over homosexuality.
Silence indicates implied consent.
And then my alcohol-addled brain slowly figured it out. This wasn't a gay bathroom, this was a very political bathroom. Somehow, this bathroom stall was the epicenter of the debate over homosexuality at Dartmouth. God, this bathroom was lame also. At least I wouldn't feel bad about being rejected by this bathroom.