Open Doors must be one these stupid things you only get to see in American films, because I’ve never heard something like this.
The other day, at the office, I receive an email from my boss inviting us to an ‘Open Doors’, which basically meant we could invite someone (a family member, a couple or a friend) to our work station. As in: I invite you to meet the place where I get shouted at by customers, really? Yup, that sounded pretty odd to me. It seemed ridiculous, almost like a childish idea, but fine, it was optional so I just decided to mark ‘no’ in the list.
After a while, I start discussing this with a colleague, and let it all out. How dumb is this plan? is it just me thinking this is funny? And she starts: would you imagine? Going out to have some drinks at the bar and bringing some guys over that day? We are laughing out loud facing our computers and wandering about it, day dreaming of all the possible stories that might come up if we did something like that on that Open Doors day.
I think we should make bar plans every weekend ‘till the date arrives and ask two men –yes, they must be tall, handsome and intelligent – to join us on this day. And why not? Maybe also gift us with a magical sex night after. Actually, maybe before attending, just in case our building might blow up their libido. Oh wow, this plan is brilliant! Laughs around the office continue around the subject: our subject.
We start setting up the plan. The first action to take: change the document I have received from my boss and change my decision to: Bringing someone, just as my friend Rosalind did. The second thing would be coordinating dates to the bar. We have to pick nice bar with handsome guys, and why not? Something posh might help. My colleague reconsiders and we end up deciding that our best option will be having some drinks at a fancy hotel. That way we can kill two birds with one stone and have their rooms to spend our wild night. This sounds even more and more interesting! The third step is get hands on it.
Our first date is at our gay friend’s party. Though clearly we’ll have to move on to some other bars after our first drink, cus I doubt we’ll be able to find our preys there.