I was sitting outside of Bluedog on Sunday night and this man came up to me and my work-friends. Addressing all of us at once he asked,

“Have you ever participated in an orgy?”

None of my friends seem to pick up on the fact that he’s just said this.

“No, I haven’t” I respond.

“Well it seems like a perfect opportunity” he says. “It’s the fourth of July, and we need to celebrate somehow. I go home in the morning, and it’d be great to celebrate with you ladies. The true ex-pat experience!”

I’m actually considering this.

“Well we all work together, so…”

“Just throwing it out there,” he says, ” catch it and throw it back if you want.”

I’m looking at my co-workers, they seem unconcerned and oblivious.

I’m not interested in generating a sexual resume that’s akin to a checklist.

Orgy, done that. Threesome, check. Random-bar-sex, got it.

Is this how orgies happen? Do you just do it because it’s an Orgy?  An event that stands on its own outside of time and space, an event whose content is meaningless? Would it matter that this guy is obviously an asshole, or that I just started working with these girls a week and a half ago?

I thought so and declined, but under the right circumstances, I wouldn’t be averse to trying some ecstatic Ancient Greek mystery-cult-style worship.

Annik