"Aren't you exaggerating a bit?" he said. "I mean, I think you're hot, but most guys my age aren't into anyone over 30, I don't care how much you can bench press."
He paused. "Now, me, on the other hand, I can attract anyone, any age, 18 to 85. I just have to bat my eyes and flash my come-hither smile."
"Sure, you can attract androgynous, artsy guys," I said, "But what about a man's man? A guy who drinks beer and goes deer huntin', and wants you to help him skin his kill?"
Gabe, a staunch vegan, whitened. "Well...I might not want to date him, but I could certainly get him into bed. Any guy, twink, bear, chubby, Daddy, not a problem."
"Well, I might not want to date a Cute Young Thing who still lives with his parents and has a 10:00 curfew," I countered, "But I could get him into my bed in a second."
"How about we make a little bet? We each select someone on a dating app, and the other has to convince him to meet in one hour or less. The loser has to buy the winner dinner."
"What if we both land our guys?"
"Then we have a four-way."
So Saturday night, prime dating and hookup time, we met at my apartment and went to work.
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