Late last night, I was up at the bar at the Crow's Nest with John, Jim, and PJ - my work buddies. The Crow's Nest is quite the old world elegant bar with a drop dead view of Anchorage. And, fortunately, it's not at all stuffy.
Anyhoo, everyone at our table was quite jolly. Lots of good wine (and Tequilla Cosmo's for John). PJ got up to head off to the restroom when the lapel of her jacket caught her glass of wine and sent it spraying across the table - the backsplash was impressive and spread far beyond our little enclave. We caught the table next to us - where a very attractive young man and young woman were sitting. Actually, the woman had left just a moment earlier, so only the young man witnessed the deluge.
Well, PJ was mightily embarrassed,but she recovered enough to announce that she was heartened that her bosoms were so large that they managed to knock over the wine glass. She had not thought that she was that well endowed. That comment led to much conversation between ourselves and the bartender who came over to mop up the mess. At that point, the gentleman from the next table joined in on the fun. He said he'd be happy to take the blame - something about his companion rubbing his leg and him kicking over the wine glass. We all hooted at that one.
Just as the barkeep finished his mopping, the young woman returned to her table. Our table provided her with an account of what happened. We helpfully included the "rubbing" commment. Her laughing response was, "Rubbing??? There's no rubbing going on here! This is only the second date!"
We just died laughing at that one. More repartee flew back and forth between the two tables. After a few minutes, the couple turned their chairs around and pulled up to our table. The fellow leaned in and stated, "I've got a really interesting question to ask." The woman rolled her eyes but encouraged him to go ahead. But, before he posed the question, he asked each of us in turn if we were married or single. PJ, John, and Jim all answered that they were married and I replied that I was in the "might as well be married category".
So, here's the question - it's two parts:
1) When you start seeing someone, how long do you wait before you have sex? Of course, given the couple's situation and that this was just their second date, we hooted at the question and then each one of us answered. Jim responded, "two weeks", PJ's response was similar, I can't remember John's response, and my response was that it depends on the situation and the players. We all nodded sagely at our wise answers and waited for the second question...
2) When you start seeing someone, how long do you wait before you let them drive your car? Everyone's immediate gut response was "six months" and then we all fell out of chairs laughing at the absurd difference between the two answers.
Are those two questions telling or what?????
4:31:30 PM 
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