Had a funny story from last night I thought you guys might enjoy and was curious to hear your thoughts...
So last night I went on a Grouper date with two of my buddies. For those of you who may be unfamiliar with this service, Grouper is this site where you link it to your Facebook, you answer a few questions and they have an in-house person who matches you with a girl who they think you'll go well with. The wrinkle is that each of you brings two friends so it's a 3 on 3 blind date. Neither of you know who the other is or what they look like - they just tell you when and where to meet, have a bunch of bars and lounges that they work with. Each person puts down $20 to ensure they show up and that covers the first round of drinks. Pretty decent service; I've gone on one before that went fairly well.
Ok, so last night I go with my roommate who has been bugging me to do this for months and another friend. Both of them are kinda on the quiet side so I'm definitely the most outgoing of the group. We meet the girls and have drinks, order a bunch of appetizers (oysters, sliders, etc) and just chat. Everything goes pretty smoothly and after a while we're ordering Patron Cafe shots and ribbing the waitress when she comes over. So we're just chatting about random stuff and I catch that one of the girls (IMO the best looking one) has been kinda stealing glances here and there. Couldn't tell if she was doing that to my friends as well but I took it as an IOI. Anyways, somehow it comes up that they like going to strip clubs and did it with a group of guys a month or two back. Well, one of my buddies loves that kinda thing so we ask the waitress for the check and decide to go to this burlesque place around the corner that one of the girls knows. We tell the waitress what we're doing and she tells us that she might meet us there which was just hilarious. The girls go to the bathroom and while they're there I go up to the waitress and get her #, telling her I'll text her and she can meet us after her shift. Didn't really care about meeting up with her but did it moreso because when we left, predictably, one of the girls (actually the one I liked, luckily), says "we forgot to get that waitress' info!" to which I responded that I had already taken care of it and pulled her # out of my pocket. Pretty solid move if I may say so myself. We go to the burlesque place, I order drinks for everyone and we're sitting at a table in the back, all talking but me and her are also having a private convo on the side. I tell her that I have Rangers season tickets during one of my stories about hockey and she tells me she's never been to a game. I tell her I may have an extra seat to a game this week and get her #. So far, everythings going pretty well - later, separate her from the group, teach her how to make a rose out of a napkin at the bar (DHV), etc. So we end up leaving around 12:30 and we split a cab; my friend and I planning on getting out at our place, paying the fare and having them go on their way at a reduced rate. So, we're about halfway there, I'm in the passenger seat while my friends in the back with the two girls. The night was kinda hazy at this point but somehow the girl decides to dare me to take my pants off in the cab. No way am I about to be shown up by this girl so after the driver makes it clear he doesn't care (awesome cabbie), I take my jeans off. I tell the girl that its going to be a very cold walk for me to my front door (it's about 15 degrees in NYC at this point) and she should give me her pants. To my surprise, she actually takes her pants off and we make the trade. I get out of the cab, put her pants on, she gets out to give me a hug and I head home past a very confused doorman to my apartment. Woke up in the morning missing my favorite pair of jeans and with her pants on my dresser.
So, that's about it - pretty successful for a blind date I'd say. Texted her a picture of me in her pants last night and she responded that she and her frined were using my pants for pajamas and they were super comfortable. I've got a time bridge to Tuesday when we're supposed to go to the Ranger game at Madison Square Garden (waiting for Sunday to confirm it). I have to think that trading pants was a big IOI - even if it was a spur of the moment dare, if she was disinterested I'd assume she would not have given me hers but would have just kept mine. Would also assume there's less a chance of flaking since it's a specific time bridge and she (intentionally or unintentionally) did a reverse-leave-behind and we have to make the exchange (unless she just wants to steal my jeans). Looking forward to seeing how this goes; I think I'm in pretty good shape here but could be wrong. In any case, here's to hoping that the next time my pants come off for her it's under more traditional circumstances
, but i'm assuming it's pickle juice??? If so, hellz yeaa!