When I was 19, I was on vacation with two friends on a tiny greek island to celebrate our graduation from high school. This island was so well known
for casual sex that nobody went there for anything else. All you had to do was go into a Tequila bar and find your match. But one day on the beach
during the course of the afternoon, I asked two girls out for that night and made a date with both of them for 9 pm. They didn’t know each other,
one was English and the other was Swedish, and they both thought they were meeting me alone…
I never intended for both of them to show up, just figured I might as well raise my chances in case one or both didn’t show up, which was very
likely on this island. But at 9:10 pm that evening, Murphy’s Law struck me big time…
I was sitting at the bar by myself, and around 8:55, the English girl showed up and joined me at the bar for a drink. We got along great right away,
but as you can imagine, I kept one eye on the door as if it was a baby crawling along the edge of a swimming pool. The splash came around 9:10 when
the Swedish girl walked through that door looking absolutely stunning. She walked right up to me, said hello with a smile and then looked to her right
at the English competition. At that point, I became the observer, as they fired one question after the other, at each other… The words are a blur to
me now, but the image of their anger heating up in front of me will never leave me. There I was feeling guilty as sin, and I wasn’t getting any heat
from either of them at all.
That’s when sh*t got real. The English girl called the Swedish girl out to take it outside. I was trying to calm them down as both of them rushed
through the exit door at the same time,. They were fuming and already going into cat-fight mode. But luckily, things didn’t escalate to a full-blown
cat-fight in the middle of the narrow street the three of us found ourselves in.
I managed to take control of the situation by telling them that it was my responsibility to sort it out, and that I would do so immediately. Spoke to
them in a calm voice, telling them that I liked them both equally, and that I didn’t want to hurt their feelings anymore than I already had. I
offered to go out with one of them that night, and then with the other one the following night, and we’d toss a coin to see who would be first… (I
know, it’s horrible, but please keep the context of this sex island and my youthful libidinous nature in mind.)
And so it went. The Swede won the coin toss (the grin on her face aimed at her competitor was priceless), and the English girl did her best to keep
her pride intact as she gracefully walked away into the setting sun. The story ends well, because things went exactly as agreed upon, and both nights
were quite unforgettable.
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