[Continued from "Your Manners are Despicable … And You're not Sexy (Part 1)."]

Some time later, the Viking told me he was flirting with Mindy via Twitter.  I only knew about her what Steve had told me, and what I had gleaned from following her on Twitter.  I didn’t find her particularly attractive in the photos I had seen, but there was no requirement that the Viking and I be attracted to the same women.  After all, I wasn’t my type, but the Viking sure was into me.

The Viking had been keeping me apprised of the developments with Mindy and said they were planning to meet.  He thought there was a chance I would like her, and since she was also bisexual the three of us could maybe have some fun.  I assured the Viking that he was more than welcomed to have relations with ladies of his choosing, and that I didn’t need to participate or approve.  But if he wanted me to meet her, too, I was willing.

There was some back and forth about scheduling a meeting.  Mindy asked the Viking if she should bring Steve along since he was bringing me along.  The Viking didn’t see any reason, and I agreed.  I had already met Steve and had told the Viking that he was nice enough, but even if I hadn’t there was still no good reason for the Viking and Steve to meet at that juncture.

The first meeting with Mindy was not going to turn to sex right away; it was simply a chemistry check.  Perhaps unlike the Viking and I, Mindy needed Steve’s permission and approval to have relations with people other than him, but Mindy never told the Viking that that was the case.  There would never be any sex that involved all four of us so meeting Steve at all wasn’t necessary.

As far as the Viking and I were concerned, we were going to meet Mindy.  It was going to be very casual, over coffee.  At the last minute, Mindy had to cancel, but assured the Viking that she was still interested in meeting.

The Viking and I were having a small dinner party and thought if we invited Mindy to that we could do a chemistry check very casually, since there would be other people over as well.  If there was chemistry, Mindy could stay after everyone else left the party and the three of us could have some fun, but only if that was what all three of us wanted.

At the time, the Viking and I were having monthly dinner parties, each with a cuisine theme.  We had had Italian and Indian, for both of which the Viking did most or all of the cooking, but that month it was my turn to make Thai food.

I love making Thai food, but it can be a lot of work.  I poured through my Thai cook books and planned a menu and a shopping list.  I planned on making several dishes including appetizers and dessert, all with Thai ingredients.  Several days before the dinner party, the Viking and I took the 49 Van Ness to the Tenderloin where the best Asian grocery stores reside.

We hauled our take home where I began to prepare the food.  I made everything from scratch that could be made from scratch.  I made dipping sauces.  I made curry pastes.  That meant that if chicken in roasted red curry called for just two tablespoons of the curry paste – along with many other ingredients – I made the curry paste.  The idea of any curry is that it has a uniform taste made up of many – sometimes dozens – of flavors.  I cooked for two days.

Because I was cooking, the Viking was cleaning up the apartment and running to the store for me when I realized there was one more thing I needed.  We were both eager to have the party go well, and hoping we’d make a good impression on Mindy.

The number of guests had been going up and down, which made making sure there was enough food somewhat difficult, but by the day of the party we didn’t have the time or the energy to make any changes.  So it was a little disconcerting when we saw one of Mindy’s tweets saying she was looking forward to meeting the Viking and I with Steve.

What the fuck?!  The Viking assured me he had not invited Steve and had not told Mindy to bring him.  Why was Steve coming?  I had not invited Steve.  Why was Steve coming?  The Viking didn’t even want to meet Steve.  Why was Steve coming?  Mindy had not asked the Viking if Steve could come along.  Why was Steve coming?

Fuck.  I wasn’t sure there’d be enough food or alcohol, and I knew there wouldn’t be enough seats.  I was in a shit mood.  There definitely wouldn’t be any threesome after dinner.  We couldn’t exactly tell Mindy not to bring Steve because that would be rude.  What the fuck had made her think he was invited?

[To be continued ….]

I swear.  True story.

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