When I was 25, I decided to switch careers. I interviewed for this corporation and was hired in their sales department. I lived in the Chicago area, and they were sending me to Dallas for the month of January to be trained for the new position. If you know how cold winters are in Chicago, you know how happy I was to be going to Dallas during January.
When I got there, I discovered that I would be staying at a very nice hotel that the company owned very close to their training center. There were about 30 people in the training and staying at the hotel. In the first session, we did the normal "getting to know you" activities and I discovered that the participants were from several different states. Most of the trainees were men with a few women and mostly older than me. I was single at the time, and there was really only one other guy from California that was also single. His name was Ken, and he was a very friendly, outgoing person. At our first break, he came up to me to chat some more.
"Looks like we're the only single guys here," he said to me. "Looks like you like to workout too."
"I think we're the youngest here too," I replied. "I noticed there was a nice workout room at the hotel. I'm use to working out after work every night...interested in joining me?"
I knew that he would since he was about 5'10" with a very muscular body. With my 5'9" muscular body, I knew we would be a good match to workout together.
Ken replied, "I would love to join you. We are going to be doing a lot of sitting and will need to burn off some of that energy when we get out of here every day."
So that became our routine in the first week. We'd sit in the training all day, workout afterwards, and then study at night. The company was very serious about their training...they paid very well and expected us to learn all about the company, their product, and their philosophy about selling their product.
When Ken and I were working out, we spent much of the time talking and getting to know each other. We were both single, about the same age, and no steady girlfriends. At home, we both still hung out with the guys, went out to clubs, and tried to pick up girls. Ken was not shy about telling me about some of his escapades. Since he was good looking and had a great body, I believed his stories and had no doubt women were very willing to go home with him from the clubs. At night, we would meet in each other's rooms and study together, quizzing each other and practicing some role-playing they expected us to know. After the first week, I felt like he was one of my friends from home that I hung out with since we were so much alike. Our lifestyles were very similar even though we lived in different states.
On Friday, the company gave us some work vans and encouraged us to hit the town to relax after our first tough week. Ken and I grouped up with 4 other guys and headed out to a happy hour at one of the bars in Dallas. We started drinking and having a few good laughs. The other guys were great guys also...they were just a little older and married. They told us they missed their wives and some even had kids. Later, we grabbed dinner and then headed to one of the clubs. Around 10, the other 4 guys had had enough and wanted to go back to the hotel. Ken and I decided to stay and told them we'd take a cab back later. We had noticed that some nice looking women were starting to come into the club.
Ken says to me, "I don't know about you, but I could use a little pussy."
"Sounds good to me," I replied.
We continued drinking and met a couple of girls that were pretty hot and lots of fun. We drank with them most of the night laughing and telling each other about ourselves. Ken moved the conversation to them coming back to the hotel with us and continuing the party since it was about midnight and we were getting pretty loaded. The girls went to the bathroom, and while they were gone, we told each other that this was going to work out well. Well, they came back, told us they had to work early in the morning, and had to leave.
Disappointed, Ken and I took a cab back to the hotel. As we got to our rooms, Ken suggested we have a couple of more beers in his room before we crash for the night. I told him I was going to throw on some gym shorts and would be right over. He said he would do the same.
"Well, that sucked!" exclaimed Ken when I entered his room.
Ken was in some gym shorts with no shirt on. I had not seen him without a shirt yet and admired to myself his muscular hairy chest, big arms and tight abs. I had on a tank top with my gym shorts.
"No kidding!" I replied. "Nothing like getting us all horned up and then nothing!"
He got me a beer and we sat down on his couch. "Fucking chicks, man," he said. "They take sex way too seriously. The minute they realized we were closing the deal, they stopped being fun. Guys just want to have a little fun."
"Yep, it happens all the time at home," I told him. "I usually have about a 50/50 luck in closing the deal."
