Talking to Strangers: Brooklyn, NY
Nerve asks deeply personal questions to people we just met.
By Sarah Rammos
Has a guy ever done something crazy to get your attention?
Unfortunately, no. I'm usually the one doing the crazy things to get their attention. In college there was this guy who I really liked, and I weaseled my way onto his intramural football team without him knowing, so that I could be closer to him. It totally worked out. We made out a couple weeks later. I just signed my name on his football team and showed up at practice one day. He was all "Who are you?" and I said, "Hi! I'm Meghan! I'm on your team, it's so nice to meet you!" I also inappropriately ask people out through email sometimes. That just happened, actually. My company works with tech companies, so it's actually probably bad, that we work together. But I've had to talk to this kid a number of times to get help for my computer. We've never met, but I Googled him, like every girl does, and he was really cute. I thought we had a really good connection over the phone, so I emailed him one day because I needed "help with my computer" — notice the quotation marks, by the way. I said I needed help with something, which was ludicrous, and he came and helped me with my fake issue and I decided a couple hours later to email again and said, "Oh hey, sorry to bother you twice in one day, but I needed help with something else. I'm planning to go get coffee this weekend but I can't possibly do that by myself. So I was wondering if you could help me out?" He emailed me back, it didn't work out, maybe he had a girlfriend or something or he was intimidated by me or whatever. But I'm usually the one doing the crazy things.
What's the craziest place you've ever had sex?
Well, the craziest sex I've ever had — I mean, it was in an apartment but it was all over the apartment — but it was in Paris, France with a Moulin Rouge dancer. I was studying abroad in college and we went to Paris for our fall break. My friend and I actually had a game called MegCat. Her name is Catherine. It's a hookup-points game, and I decided I wanted some points. So literally she and I walked over to a table. We didn't even know if these guys spoke English, but it turned out that they were Australian, and one of them was a Moulin Rouge dancer. For the first hour I actually thought he was a homosexual, and we were considering giving me extra points for hooking up with a homosexual, but it turns out he wasn't a homosexual, and I ended up getting a free ticket to the show the following night. I met him at a bar after the show and he took me home and we had the greatest sex of my life. It was amazing. It was everywhere. He was so attractive, so strong, so flexible. It was one of those situations where you know it's never going to happen again. I'm never going to see this person again, he's a Moulin Rouge dancer, he's so attractive. Did I even give him the right name? It was such a fantasy. It was amazing. So cheers to Luke and the Moulin Rouge!
What's your favorite position?
I'm not picky. How detailed should I get here? I would say me lying on the bed, him standing up against the bed. Me with my legs up, and him with his feet on the floor, waist high to the bed. I don't know what that's called, but it's a good one. We can call it the Meghan. That's ideal.
Have you ever been offended in the bedroom?
I don't know why guys think it's okay to have sex without a condom. So boys, always have one on you, and don't think it's okay to have sex without one. My first thought when that question arises is, "Who the fuck do you think I am? Of course we're using a condom."
What's the biggest age difference you've crossed in bed?
Another funny story — I met this guy who was actually my age. I worked with him. He had an older brother who worked with us as well. So we got to know each other really well. I really liked him. He was great. We slept together. He decided he wanted to join the army and he left. He was gone forever. We were both nineteen. So after he left, I stayed working at the same place for another eight or nine months, and eventually his brother made a move on me. He was twenty-nine, so he was ten years older than me, and he was the older brother of somebody I'd been with. We totally did it. We got a little messed up and we did it. It was fine. I mean, he was a great guy and it sort of just happened. We didn't do it again after that. But it wasn't like the age brought on extra experience or anything. I do remember being like, "Holy shit, I'm nineteen and he's twenty-nine." Dirty girl. Bad, bad Meghan.
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