MTB

I met AJ on a night when Snap was looking for trouble.  And according to Snap, “trouble” equals a “body.”  And a body only.  That evening Snap didn’t need a personality, brains, or even someone to talk to.  Just the body.

But before I continue, I should say that it was really Snap who was looking for this “trouble.”  I played the innocent accomplice.  Perhaps with a bit of instigator mixed in.

Before I met these two out, My Pride & Joy (MPJ) invited me to a college party up at Columbia University.  I politely declined but MPJ told me that a bunch of 22 year olds would be ready and willing to meet a bunch of cougars out on the town.  That makes me feel uncomfortable.

I brought up the idea of going to the Columbia party to both Junior and Snap, just for shits and grins, but they didn’t want any part of it.  The thought of mingling with 22 year olds made them queasy.

We had a drink at a bar in TriBeCa while Junior and Snap caught me up on the couple they were watching from across the room, which they thought was a Match.com meeting.  Apparently the guy caught on that he was being watched and was displaying all the body language that an interested girl did not want to see.

AJ came up to the bar and ordered a drink right in front of me and we engaged in conversation.  AJ wasn’t shy.  He quite casually had a normal conversation with me.  He is from Australia.  Works at a major bank in the City.  Probably in his mid-30s.  So, AJ proceeded to get his drink, offered to buy me one, paid for his drinks, then politely excused himself to get back to his friends.

Junior, Snap, and I were really hungry so we decided to bounce.  But before I left, AJ caught up to me and asked me for my number.  Back in my early 20’s, after a few different bad experiences, I had a hard and fast rule of not giving out my number to men I meet out.  I would rather take theirs.  That rule is null and void now.

I gave AJ my number.

We got to a cute corner Italian restaurant, still in TriBeCa, and we sat at a high top table.  Immediately, I spotted a table of three seemingly nice and handsome men and told Junior and Snap about it.  Three of them.  Three of us.  Snap told me to make it happen.

So, after we got our wine and some food, I walked over to the table of three men and asked them if I could sit down.  They were a little surprised that I asked them and the looks on their faces said, “Is this girl hitting on us?”

Well, I wasn’t exactly hitting on them but said, “My girlfriends over there want to meet you.”

So I talked to them a bit.  I asked them if they worked in finance and they said no and tried to tell me that one of them was a CIA agent and that they did other kinds of work but, alas, I was right.  They were all investment bankers.  Two of them played football at UPenn, one of who was from St. Paul.  This one got up and started talking to Junior and Snap.  I thought he had a little bit of game.  I stayed at the table and talked to the other two.

It was clear that this was going to be a great opportunity for Snap.  The three guys happened to live together and just around the corner so they awkwardly invited us to come over.

I can’t believe we went over to their loft.  And what a filthy loft it was.  Total bachelor pad.

And all this time, we were wondering how old they are.

The two guys that Junior and I claimed did not even pay attention to us.  They were off in their rooms doing things.

Junior and I were itching to get the hayll outta there, so we bailed and left Snap so she could hang out more.

I got home and saw this text message from AJ:  “Hey here’s my number it was nice to meet you tonight.  You’re tall and gorgeous.”

Later I heard from Junior that after we left that God awful loft, Snap asked her guy how old he is.  He said 22.  She promptly left.

Oh, the irony.

Here’s Adam Scott lookin’ all dapper.

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