I knew a guy who met his future wife that way. He was in college at the time, and was shooting hoops. He told me just as he was about to shoot, a girl he'd never seen before tickled his armpit. Needless to say, his shot was a mile off.

But in all seriousness, that's how he tells me they met.
While stationed in Korea in 1979, I went to a club off post with three buddies. All the clubs have girls that "work" there. Technically they are prostitutes, but they look more like girls next door. Anyway, my three buddies and I were sitting at the bar, drinking, cracking jokes, and laughing.
Suddenly I felt a hand on each of my sides tickling me. I whirled around and there was this Korean girl standing there, not smiling, looking at me rather sullenly, in fact. I'd never seen her before, and she didn't say a word to me. I eyed her again, turned back around to the bar and ordered another drink. A moment later she tickled me again. I ignored her this time. Then she did it again.
My buddy, Sgt Dan says, "Hey Drew, I think she's trying to get your attention."
"Yeah, I get that," I answered. "But what does she want? She doesn't talk."
"Well what do you THINK she wants? What does every girl IN here want?"
"I'm sure you're right," I said still looking at her, and she looking at me with that frown on her face. "But she seems pissed, or something."
"God, if I had a nickel for every bitch I pissed off, I could buy our Commander In Chief's peanut farm."
"Let's just get out of here, what do you say? There's something....not right about this one."
And we left. Never saw her again.