It started with a throwaway comment after a few drinks during a night in with my flatmate. “All of your celebrity crushes are so old… I bet you’d never do anything with a guy that age.”
I was in a confrontational mood and wasn’t going to lose this debate, so I vehemently assured her that I would, no problem. “So you’d… I dunno… blow an old man?” she asked, laughing and taking another swig of her drink. “No way you would.”
I assured her again that I would, and that age isn’t that important. I almost spit out my drink at her response. “Prove it then”.
My first mistake was probably asking her how. My second mistake was not telling her to shut up and that she was drunk. The conversation only escalated from here, and by the end of the night a bet was in place – the winner is the person who gave a blowjob to the oldest guy they could find by the end of September. My flatmate had even written out the rules, and I was defiant and drunk enough to agree to them all: