Can it get any more awkward than a hookup? Yes. Yes, it can; a hookup with not just one, but two strangers. Sex is not a team sport. At least not for me. Or maybe I'm just not a team player. And though it's quite easy for me to immediately dismiss out of hand the possibility of ever participating in a three-way, that doesn't mean I can't imagine in excruciating detail what such an uncomfortable scenario would be like for me if I did. You're welcome.
In an episode left on the cutting-room floor from that late 70s/early 80s slapstickcom Three's Company, I--the Jack Tripper of this scenario--would be frantically trying to find any excuse to get "She-Way" out of the bedroom, leaving me alone with "He-Way" for a little conventional one-on-one nookie. Since She-Way is a chef, I would feign peckishness and ask her to go whip up something in the kitchen--you know, like risotto, which takes 45 minutes of constant stirring to correctly prepare. Or 1,000-ingredient turkey-kale chili that requires seven different varieties of peppers and 27 unexpected trips to the grocery store. An evening filled with my obvious lies and frantic obfuscation is how that would play out.
With no desire to send a polite, but awkward, "no thank you," I prefer to answer them with the elegant silence that a no-reply loudly sends. She-Way and He-Way will be disappointed to eventually learn that they've contacted "No-Way" for their proposed group tryst.
With no desire to send a polite, but awkward, "no thank you," I prefer to answer them with the elegant silence that a no-reply loudly sends. She-Way and He-Way will be disappointed to eventually learn that they've contacted "No-Way" for their proposed group tryst.
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