For those of you just tuning in: we had a round one of the Group Sex Game in which sixteen fearless readers suited up and posted their deepest, darkest fantasies to Craig’s List; nine of those competitors rose to the challenge of taking naked photos of themselves, for themselves, and I’ll leave the “rose” puns to you; and now I’m giving those nine another week to complete the challenge of the third round: getting a phone number from someone you find attractive, whether you intend to call the number or not.

A few competitors have documented their noble attempts in the comments section of the round three post, but the clock is winding down, the crowd is roaring, and next Thursday we’ll either have a winner or another round.

At the moment, only one reader has passed this Group Sex challenge, and she’s far out in front of the pack. Her name is Tori, and although she is formidable, my hope is that there are a few of you out there who can give her a run for the money (that’s figurative – what we’re really “running for” here is sexual glory, pure and simple). In the meantime, I’ll leave you with Tori’s report on her successful play in round three, which has made me wish I spent a lot more time line dancing:

“For me it’s not the asking [for a number] that’s hard, as I’m in a field that requires me to ask for contact information on a regular basis, so I’m comfortable with it. Plus, when I was out on the party scene I would approach men on a regular basis…. Anyways, on to the tale!

Last night I went to a country bar that just re-opened in our area. Since it just opened and was a Thursday night, the crowd was rather sparse, just a few die hard line dancers. I’ve always been a country girl and there is just something about a man in boots, worn jeans and a t-shirt or button down that appeals to me. I sat at the bar for a while, nursing a locally brewed beer and studying the crowd (if you could even call it that).

I knew I’d be going back there on a regular basis and that the people there were likely to be there on a regular basis as well, so I was considering if this should be the place to complete your challenge or not. I’d run back into whomever I asked and then the question would come into play, how to handle the encounter. That would be more awkward than the asking in my opinion. I don’t want to lead a man on, considering that I am very happy and secure in my relationship with my man.

I finally decided that there really wouldn’t be another opportunity coming up any time soon as my nights out in the near future would be with friends and they would be certain to question why I was asking a man for his number. I let my eyes wander the slim pickings, deciding finally on a handsome man around my age. He was about 6’2, 6’3, with a strong jaw, close-cut dark blonde hair and sea green eyes. Wranglers hugged a nice ass, before being stretched around a pair of boots that any fool could see were actually used to work in, not just as a fashion statement. A plain t-shirt was tucked into said jeans, showing off a tribal tattoo that peeked out from under a sleeve, oddly out of place with the rest of the cowboy exterior.

The DJ called a two-step, and I’d seen him dancing before with a friend he was with, so I strolled over, looked up at him (I’m only 5’8ish in my boots!) and asked him to dance. As any good cowboy would do, he graciously accepted and led me out on the floor. While we circled the room, we chatted a bit and I admitted that I was in a long distance relationship, but that my boyfriend wasn’t really the two-steppin’ country kinda man, so I didn’t have a chance to do this much. After the dance came to a close, I smiled up at him and asked if he would mind giving me his number so that in the future if I was considering coming out I could text to see if I’d have a two-step partner. He paused for a second, and knowing that my boyfriends job was a respected one, asked me if I was just looking for a dance partner or if I was looking to step out on my man. (Smart man, I wouldn’t wanna see what my man would do to another guy if it was anything more than just friendship!) I assured him that it was just a dance partner I was looking for, and he provided me his number.

It’s now saved in my phone and we did enjoy a beer together just talking about anything and nothing. I probably will end up calling him or texting him in the future just for that reason. So challenge complete, I secured a number of a handsome man and apparently have made a new friend.”

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