“Are you Guy New York?”
I looked up with a start. It’s not a name people often use in public. Especially not strangers at a bar on a Thursday afternoon.
“Um, yes?” I said. “How did you know?”
“You tweeted what bar you were at, and then instagrammed a selfie of yourself eating that burger and drinking that manhattan. It wasn’t especially difficult.”
“Good point. Remind me to fire my social media person.” I took a bite of my burger before noticing she was still standing there. “Um, you want a drink?”
“Sure. But also, I was curious if you wanted to fuck in the bathroom for a minute.”
I nearly spit out my bite. When I finally managed to swallow, I took a big sip of my manhattan before ordering two more. Neither of us said a word until the drink arrived and we had each taken a healthy portion.
“Why not,” I finally said. She took me by the hand, we locked the door behind us, and before I knew what was happening we were kissing as she undid my belt and reached a hand into my jeans. I pressed her against the wall, lifted her skirt, and moved down to her neck without thinking at all. I grew hard in her hand and within seconds she had a condom on me and her legs wrapped around me back.
It was only then that I realized she had been completely serious. Sixty seconds later she stood up, flattened her dress, fixed her hair in the mirror, and walked back to the bar. I tossed the condom in the garbage, zipped up, and finally followed her out.
“Sorry to be so quick,” she said, pulling out her phone, “but I have a list.”
“Yeah, all the sex bloggers I want to fuck while I’m in town. Not much time left.”
“Can I see it?” I asked. She handed me her phone, and I scanned it quickly. I nodded at most of the names before handing it back.
“It’s a good list.” She polished off her manhattan before kissing me on the cheek.
“Thanks again,” she said. I squeezed her hand and raised my glass.
“Say hi to Gibson for me!” I called out after her.