Concede the Advantage

Story Sent in by Chad:

On my date with Bridget, when the waiter came by to ask us if we wanted anything to drink, we both ordered sodas. After he left, Bridget leaned toward me and said, "You wanted me to order alcohol so you could take advantage of me. Admit it."

That wasn't what I wanted, and I told her so. But she wouldn't let up about it. She kept saying, "All you want is to take advantage of me. Admit it. Admit it."

I wasn't about to admit to something I hadn't done. She said, "Time for you to admit it. Just say that you wanted me to order a drink so that you could do what you wanted with me."

"No. That's not what I wanted."

"Seriously?" she asked, "You don't want to take advantage of me? It's so weird to hear those words come out of a man's mouth."

"Uh... I don't want to take advantage of you. Sorry."

She gave me a disgusted look and stood up. She said, "Another gay in the closet. Have a nice life," and she left me there.


  1. Another clueless dude perpetuating the EVS pandemic...

  2. Hey op, look @ the bright side! you got a soda that she didn't spit in or anything like that

  3. Hear hear Steve, I couldn't have put it better myself. Médecins Sans Frontièrs are helicoptering in a team to ABCOTD's as we speak to deal with this out of control and frightening outbreak of EVS.

  4. Tone is everything. I have a feeling Bridget "leaned toward OP with a flirtatious grin, licked her lower lip seductively and made her remark in a teasing, sexy voice. Confused as to why he didn't flirt back, Bridget kept trying and then just got fed up. Team Bridget. OP, she's right. You're a closet case fer sher.

  5. Jill is totally Bridget.


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