Otis
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I thought I'd seen it all in the dating world, but tonight I had my first offer to be like these guys.
The night starts off much like any other, Otis out with clients getting hammered after a couple of days of being overworked. I thereafter end up with some coworkers at a bar in midtown. Here's where the night gets weird.
As I enter the bar, I meet, and briefly chat up, a lovely bulgarian hostess named Mira.
We had some chemistry and she was flirting big time, making this almost way too easy, so I come back to chat her up in intervals during the night (she is posted at the front of the bar, stuck playing hostess). During one of my trips up front, she's on the phone with someone, sounds like perhaps a guy, and she is talking to him like he is a boyfriend. This kind of leaves me shuked after all the positive signals I thought she was very clearly giving off. I finally get around to broaching the subject. The conversation goes something like this:
Otis: So, seriously, when are we getting rid of this boyfriend of yours?
Her: laughs What makes you think I have a boyfriend?
Otis: Educated guess? Seriously though, he's lame. We can do better here.
Her: laughs He's not lame, he's actually really fun.
Otis: Meh. Well, how about this -- how about we just have drinks sometime? There's no harm in drinks, right? (At this point I'm just assuming she is one of those girls who has a boyfriend but isn't sold on him and is still shopping around)
Her: Hmmmm... ok, well maybe all of us can have drinks.
Otis: Hey why not, that would be fine too, Otis loves a little competition. But why not just us?
Her: I'm very loyal.
Otis: Oh Rly? Why's that?
Her: Well... there is no reason for me not to be. He lets me do what I want ...
Otis: Ah, open relationship, that's cool.
Her: Well... I can do what I want ...hesitation... as long as he's there...
Otis:
Her: So it's totally ok, if I meet someone I like, to bring them home ... you know, the three of us...
Otis:
Her: I can't believe I'm telling you this, I just met you.
Otis:
Her: So would that be ok with you?
Otis: Uhhhm... yeah, sure, why not.
Her: Wow, so you're pretty... open-minded?
Otis:
Her: writes down number
Otis: takes number
On my way out of the bar, I tried in vain to get her to hang this evening after she got off work. The boyfriend was apparently out of town, and I would have much preferred going this one alone. She wouldn't budge though -- she really would like for this to be a team-building exercise.
I've never confronted this option before. I've heard about these sorts of things randomly happening unplanned during drunken excursions in college. I've read about these things in certain well-respected publications. But I've certainly never had it handed to me on a silver platter.
So, what is the FBG play here? I'm shuked.
The night starts off much like any other, Otis out with clients getting hammered after a couple of days of being overworked. I thereafter end up with some coworkers at a bar in midtown. Here's where the night gets weird.
As I enter the bar, I meet, and briefly chat up, a lovely bulgarian hostess named Mira.
We had some chemistry and she was flirting big time, making this almost way too easy, so I come back to chat her up in intervals during the night (she is posted at the front of the bar, stuck playing hostess). During one of my trips up front, she's on the phone with someone, sounds like perhaps a guy, and she is talking to him like he is a boyfriend. This kind of leaves me shuked after all the positive signals I thought she was very clearly giving off. I finally get around to broaching the subject. The conversation goes something like this:
Otis: So, seriously, when are we getting rid of this boyfriend of yours?
Her: laughs What makes you think I have a boyfriend?
Otis: Educated guess? Seriously though, he's lame. We can do better here.
Her: laughs He's not lame, he's actually really fun.
Otis: Meh. Well, how about this -- how about we just have drinks sometime? There's no harm in drinks, right? (At this point I'm just assuming she is one of those girls who has a boyfriend but isn't sold on him and is still shopping around)
Her: Hmmmm... ok, well maybe all of us can have drinks.
Otis: Hey why not, that would be fine too, Otis loves a little competition. But why not just us?
Her: I'm very loyal.
Otis: Oh Rly? Why's that?
Her: Well... there is no reason for me not to be. He lets me do what I want ...
Otis: Ah, open relationship, that's cool.
Her: Well... I can do what I want ...hesitation... as long as he's there...
Otis:
Her: So it's totally ok, if I meet someone I like, to bring them home ... you know, the three of us...
Otis:
Her: I can't believe I'm telling you this, I just met you.
Otis:
Her: So would that be ok with you?
Otis: Uhhhm... yeah, sure, why not.
Her: Wow, so you're pretty... open-minded?
Otis:
Her: writes down number
Otis: takes number
On my way out of the bar, I tried in vain to get her to hang this evening after she got off work. The boyfriend was apparently out of town, and I would have much preferred going this one alone. She wouldn't budge though -- she really would like for this to be a team-building exercise.
I've never confronted this option before. I've heard about these sorts of things randomly happening unplanned during drunken excursions in college. I've read about these things in certain well-respected publications. But I've certainly never had it handed to me on a silver platter.
So, what is the FBG play here? I'm shuked.
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tis:
Brings a whole new meaning to the word 'pricklypete' 
I asssure you that if I were going to go 
Good times. Do it.
