April 04, 2005


“Your friend doesn’t know how to take a compliment”
“She sure doesn’t,” Sarah said, spinning a straw in her cocktail. Sex on the beach, it was. She’d wanted something sweet.

I sat there, still blushing. I hadn’t meant to blush; he’d only said I was cute. But he stood there, with a hand on my back, leaning over the bar, smiling in a way that does things to a girl’s stomach. It didn’t hurt that he was movie-star handsome. Will Smith but Hitch or I Robot Will Smith. Not Fresh Prince.

I offered to move so that he could collect the half-dozen cocktails he’d ordered. No, thanks. He’d rather lean over me. It was his way of flirting -- innocuous flirting. I smiled when he said innocuous.

“Good word.”
“You like that?” His hat tapped against my forehead as he made a final pass for drinks. He leaned close, a free hand sliding down my back. “I like smart girls.”

He disappeared into the crowd and Sarah, Caryn and I went back to our drinks and chatter. Ripple had been nearly empty when we arrived, but now it was pulsing and grinding with music and bodies, and we were glad to have seats. Later, as I made my way to the bathroom, a woman bobbed through the crowd wearing the familiar tan derby.

“Hi. Again.”

There he was, behind me in line, bareheaded.

“Someone’s got your hat.”
“That would be my girlfriend.”
“I assumed.”

The line shifted and we stepped forward. Introductions were made. Rob. Heather.

“She’s actually pretty into girls.”
“Listen, you’re intelligent, curvy -- just what she likes. What we like.”

I laughed. A dry, Bette Davis kind of laugh. His hand went to my lower back.

“I’m tempted to push you in there right now,” he said, motioning to the now empty bathroom. “But she’d feel left out.” He pulled me close, quickly.

It one of those kisses that curls your toes and flutters something very low in your stomach. My mind was blank, paused, as he lingered on my bottom lip. “Think about it,“ he said. And with a quick slap to my ass, he moved back into the crowd.

I did. I thought about it as I giggled with Sarah and Caryn. It was really a shame that I don’t share well with others. That’s the kind of experience that collectors, like myself, would have stick-pinned to Styrofoam with great pleasure.

I thought about it again, later as we moved through the bar, heading for the door.

“It was nice to meet you, Rob.” I stuck out a hand.
“Heather, this is Joy.”

Joy was exotic. Gorgeous. But we were on our way out. And I had never really learned to share.

(See follow up here!)

Posted by This Fish at April 4, 2005 11:29 AM

i wish i were you ;)

Posted by: megan at April 4, 2005 11:59 AM

niiiiice.. a proposal for a threesome and it only took one year of being here for it to happen (^_^)

Posted by: gleek at April 4, 2005 12:05 PM

sharing was always over-rated anyway.

Posted by: Jason at April 4, 2005 12:06 PM

I don't believe sharing is good for one's self esteem or ego.

Posted by: Lisa M at April 4, 2005 12:49 PM

Wow....what a story. Movie-star handsome man with gorgeous and exotic girlfriend...would have made for a great chronicle :)

Posted by: Msoktober at April 4, 2005 12:51 PM

I am not comfortable sharing you, H.

Posted by: G at April 4, 2005 12:59 PM

don't do it, girl. two chics on one bicycle (with only one seat, mind you!) only makes for a really uncomfortable ride. you deserve your very own bicycle, like one of those huffy's that make you petal really fast and get your heart beating so quickly you can hardly breathe. and you get the seat all to yourself.

Posted by: RazDreams at April 4, 2005 01:05 PM

It's like one of those really sappy movies mixed with a porn, come to life.

Posted by: Robin at April 4, 2005 01:06 PM

Never hurts to have an offer put on the table. Quite the compliment really. Good for you!

Posted by: Carrie at April 4, 2005 01:06 PM

Images of Seinfeld. You'd have to get a silk rob, bear-skin rug, all types of lotions. You'd have to get orgy friends.

Posted by: Jerome Q. Wallrustitty at April 4, 2005 02:01 PM

oh WOW! that is certainly quite a proposal. i don't share well either, so i'd have to decline as well ... but what a compliment! :)

Posted by: red at April 4, 2005 02:35 PM

sharing is sooo passe. :) Not that I'd know. I think it would drive me crazy. So, I officially decline from all proposals from here on out, even the made up ones.

Posted by: Kassi at April 4, 2005 02:38 PM

weird, the same thing happened to me this weekend. Except the couple had a botoxed look not an exotic one... i gave them the same exact answere when they asked why not. i said, "sorry, i don't like to share."

Posted by: k at April 4, 2005 03:41 PM

I can't believe that stuff actually happens in NYC. It is like a totally different world...that shit only happens in movies. But I guess coming from Kentucky, I am not really exposed to that sort of stuff.

Posted by: RAS at April 4, 2005 04:37 PM

This reminded me of an old song: "if you want to be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife. Just from my personal point of view, get an ugly girl to marry you."

I can't help but think that if either (or both) of the couple was less than "movie-star" gorgeous, the proposal wouldn't have seemed as flattering.....

But that's just me. I not only don't *like* to share, I flat out refuse and have been known to tell bicycles who don't get that to find another fish! :)

Posted by: lawyerchik1 at April 4, 2005 05:06 PM

Maybe I live in a bubble, but I was born in NY, lived here for YEARS and I never, ever encounter things like that...I think I have rose colored glasses permantently installed on my face.

Posted by: Sally at April 4, 2005 05:10 PM

good for you, fish. you deserve better (but at least you got the momentary thrill of being asked). nobody likes to be home alone on prom night.

Posted by: ropedancer at April 4, 2005 06:01 PM

I don't know... I'm very happily married BUT let me tell you...
I regret not partaking in some offers that were made to me before I met my husband.

Posted by: Torrie at April 4, 2005 06:42 PM

Wowha! People actually do that-- seriously propose a threesome to a stranger? I've seen Sex and the City, but I never thought people would actually DO that. The things you learn on the internet...

Posted by: janna at April 4, 2005 06:51 PM

I don't like to share either. but now, I'm wondering why I have never been asked.

Posted by: UrbanBarbara at April 4, 2005 07:13 PM

I dont recommend sharing....One of you always end up on the floor with your feelings hurt...lol Great story!

Posted by: Jasika at April 4, 2005 08:02 PM

As they say at the Oscars, "it's an honor just to be nominated."

Posted by: Collette at April 4, 2005 08:14 PM

Yum and yet, eww at the same time. I can't help but think that couples who are into that don't truly care about each other the way it matters. There are certain visuals re: my man that I could definitely live without. Nicely written story!

Posted by: shanteuse at April 4, 2005 09:22 PM

I was asked once...it was creepy...because the couple was neither exotic or botoxy. In fact, I would like to erase that memory from my mind. Forget I mentioned it. ugh.

Posted by: Kassi at April 4, 2005 11:49 PM

Well, here in San Francisco you never really know who's going to ask next. Boy, girl, couple (of any variety)... sometimes you're not even sure which category they fall in to... But usually it's flattering to have been asked all the same. Except when it's REALLY creepy.

Posted by: Addy at April 5, 2005 01:31 AM

if you were to get involved in such a tryst, your role would've been the desirable one in my mind. nice bit of storytelling.

Posted by: gatsby at April 5, 2005 01:35 AM

Re: "... couples who are into that don't truly care about each other the way it matters"

I think it's the opposite. I think their relationship is the type where they can be completely truthful and honest to eachother about what they like and what turns them on. That doesn't sound too bad to me.

Posted by: The Countess at April 5, 2005 03:50 AM

isn't it strange that apart from a few comments, the question of morals always comes back ? Sorry to say this as bluntly but it's so american.

Isn't a blog a personal thing offered to others, but NOT to their judgement ? I mean really I don't care about advices or morals.

There is so much to say about this but folks, you spoiled a great story with your comments.

And I really mean a beautiful one.


Posted by: schuey at April 5, 2005 07:48 AM

One of the beauties of commenting is the reflection on one's own set of morals (or lack thereof in others). That's what happens when you put things out in the public sector - sorry, schuey, but storytelling or no, this type of story will draw comments of the moral/ethical variety because sex is so personal and life-altering.

But, hey. You get to comment, too, so there you have it!

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Posted by: anonymous at April 5, 2005 09:30 AM

... is the loneliest number that you ever do.

Posted by: Benjamin at April 5, 2005 10:22 AM

Yes, it is an offer I have also received. Nice, yes. Intriguing, certainly! But sharing... hmmmm... maybe not.

Posted by: AdventureGirl at April 5, 2005 11:32 AM

ooo you swapped spit with a stranger in a bar?

Posted by: dana at April 5, 2005 12:35 PM

Nope. The kiss was more or less closed-mouth. Hot, but chaste. :P

Posted by: Fish at April 5, 2005 01:50 PM

Hm. I'd go for the girl and forget the guy. I guess I don't share well, either. ;)

Posted by: Anna at April 5, 2005 03:12 PM

EEEwwww! you don't know where that mouth has been.
on second thought...i'm going out tonight, to try that move on someone...if i can't find a cutie. i'll let you know how it goes.

Posted by: pettit at April 5, 2005 04:24 PM

I second Petite with the ewwwwwwwww. I would not feel flattered by a swinger.

Posted by: Katherine at April 5, 2005 06:35 PM

Thank goodness you declined. The experience would have made for great writing but nothing else comes to mind. I would have been mordified after it was over.

Posted by: Judith at April 5, 2005 07:52 PM

Regardless of moral inclination, swapping spit, or any possible outcomes, the bottom line is that this bit was enticingly written...and aside from my own thoughts on the act...I was "moved" by the description. In fact, If it had been me, I would have been flustered. I'm glad that Fish could share the experience so eloquently. And handled herself so gracefully.

Posted by: Kassi at April 5, 2005 09:45 PM

Great story but is it true

Posted by: James at April 6, 2005 01:48 AM

That was definitely exciting! And very well told Fish.

I had an experience like that, in a resort bar in Palm Springs. Although the couple was not model/actor gorgeous, they were attractive, goodlooking, and had the foreign accent of, I can't remember, although it sounded English. (I had had way too much to drink to remember it all that clearly.)

If it can happen in Palm Springs CA it most definitely happens in NYC. (Just my assumption here)

Great story Fish! :-)

Posted by: 3rd Times a Charm ( 3T ) at April 6, 2005 03:38 AM

Damn! makes my recent little dancer story from a last weekend sound like child's play!
Great read! Great blog !


Posted by: chaton at April 6, 2005 06:49 AM

Sharing is hard but can be rewarding. ;)

Posted by: loudeeley at April 6, 2005 10:35 AM

In reading your Blog I now realize you and I are from the same place in Texas.....
You may or may not be gratified to know that these things happen in your old home town... and it's worth trying. At least once :)


Posted by: Kat at April 8, 2005 01:45 PM

sometimes, even with the prospect of sharing, it's worth ticking off of your list.

besides, did you ever consider that YOU'D be the one shared?

Posted by: becky at April 8, 2005 11:47 PM