Over the years, there have been a few disparate instances where my girlfriend or I, or both of us, have left the bar with a person or a couple and have naively not immediately recognized their intentions toward us. We then suddenly find ourselves in the middle of (for us) surprise hook-ups. These are two of those stories.
***Part One: Mikayla***
On a cool spring night in 2013 (possibly 2014?) My girlfriend Paige and I had gone out to one of our favorite spots for drinks. Sitting outside on the patio, we began idly chatting with another patron, a cute tomboy named Mikayla. She was dressed in a big sweater, baggy cargo pants, and a beanie, as well as round wire frame glasses, with blonde hair down around her shoulders. Due to her masculine style of dress, Paige and I both assumed that she was a lesbian. Over drinks and cigarettes, the three of us had a wide-ranging discussion on politics and feminism, until suddenly we found ourselves at last call. Mikayla accepted our invitation to come over to our place to have another drink and chill for a bit.