Thursday, May 17, 2012

The Bet

            You know there is a problem with your male friends when they place bets on your sex life.  Let me explain:  Last night we were all hanging out at the bar (weird!!) and No Name Guy is friends with all of the guys I was out with last night, so he was brought up in not-so-subtle conversation.
            Me- “I think **** is a good looking guy. I mean I wouldn’t mind seeing him naked.”
            Mex- “You are barking up the wrong tree.”
            Me- “Um. Excuse me?”
            Mex- “You’re too loud and outgoing, and stuff.  He is quiet.  Too quiet for you!”
            Me- “Amazing.  Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
            So here it is.  The guys don’t think that the No Name Guy would ever want to get with me because he is too shy around girls.  Whatever.  Some bull shit reasons and such.  So as we were sitting around the table watching the Rangers win, they were making bets on me and how long it would take me to have sex with him.
            Being that I am a gracious and fun person, I took that as a challenge and accepted it.  I have now until the end of the summer to get this guy into bed.  I mean, honestly, I think it’s hysterical that this is even a conversation.  I kind of feel bad about it too.  I have never in my life been solicited for sex.  I don’t think I would even call it solicitation, but I would call it strange.  Lets be honest, I thought he was hot even before the bet was placed.  This is why I am conflicted. 
            Lets think about this…  My friends give me a summer to have sex with someone.  And if it happens I get $20.  I think every time it happens I should get money, that’s only fair.  I mean I would even be up to splitting the money with him if he wants!  But here in lies the problem; I cant have sex with him and then have him finding out about my bet with the boys, what would that make me look like?  Other than a big slut?  He would never want to talk to me again.  If roles were reversed I would be infuriated if someone placed a bet on me like that. 
            What should I do?  Tell him about the bet and see if he wants $10, or don’t take the money once it happens (because its going to happen).  I don’t know if you guys know this or not, but typically, I get what I want.  (It’s just a matter of keeping it that’s the problem). 
            I am talking with my friend Donny outside on the porch and we were discussing a game plan, a strategy if you will, as to how I am actually going to win this ‘bet’.  He tell me he is going to plant a seed, namely because he wants to see Mex lose money.  But he said I have the “pussy power.”  I understand this logic, and for the most part he is correct.  Girls usually can say to a guy, ‘hey, want to go home with me?’ and they will 98% of the time say ‘yes, yes I do.’
            98% is a direct estimation according to Donny by the way.  “It depends on the girl,” he says.  I have classy friends!
            Oh, they also want to make a pool.  Like a Superbowl pool on the exact date it will happen.  I was laughing so hard at this last night, but now, thinking about it today, that’s fucked up!  Funny, but still fucked up!  I am going to throw them all for a loop.  I think I am going to forego the $20 and have sex with him the day after Labor Day.  This way I will have done whatever I wanted for the whole summer, and then make them pay for being callous about my sex life. 
            Either that or have everyone throw money into this pool and I collect if no one wins.  I have to spin that so it makes sense to them, where I get all the money and they get nothing for being jerks!
            However, I am, and have already, accepted the challenge. 
            (Tapping finger tips together)  Now all I need is a game plan.
            Muahahaha. 

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