If I correctly recall other OPs by Tokyo Player, then I’m certain Aspidistra has the right idea regarding word play.
Little white lies…golf balls? Have you been funding a new hobby behind her back?
And damn you for beating me to this.
The ex asked the do you think [some fem we knew] is attractive question twice and I responded with a threesome suggestion both times. For some reason she never asked again. And I never asked what she thought about guys we knew.
See, the thing is, when I ask about this, I genuinely do want a threesome.
Or, in some cases, I genuinely do want the guy I’m with to think that my friend is really hot because I love her and I think she’s hot, too. Or I’ll ask my male friends about random girls they think are attractive to get a sense of their “type” but that’s sort of different.
Let me know when so I can invite you-know-who.
I dunno… he has some pretty over-the-top stories. And, his name is TokyoPlayer (although he claims that it’s no longer relevant).
Of course, we know he’s just setting us up.
If he’s pregnant, I’d say that counts as a surprise, alrignt.
I bet he was taking dancing lessons in secret to impress her at the next wedding they attend.
What? I saw it in a Viagra commercial tonight…it could happen!
Yep–I don’t want anything to do with a girl who can’t take a straight answer. If she doesn’t want to know that I think her hot friend is hot, she shouldn’t ask. If my GF does ask, I assume it’s for a reason, and I answer honestly. I trust her to do the same.
Despite the movies and the books, there haven’t been any cases of a boy and girl stranded on a distant isle, leaving a pure life and then realizing they are falling in love.
It’s the nature of humans to have baggage and too many of us bring it along to new love. Mine; more a mountain than a molehill, I fight with it each day.
My wife has hers, of which the largest portion is directly related to men. She had lived for seven years with her last boyfriend. Never really hot to begin – at least according her – it settled down into a comfortable long-term, low-intensity family of more sibling than lovers. Some woman saw a chance, pursued and sparked the beast still within his youthful heart.
For many months, he had his secret trysts, all while pretending that the sun still rose in the east and nothing had changed. An undeleted, unclosed email on a joint account shattered her world.
For several more months, for reasons only shattered souls could comprehend; she went along pretending. But the burden was too great and the hurt too deep. He moved out of the bedroom and onto the sofa as too many more games were played. Finally, he was gone.
She said it was the first time she’s lost in her life. A precocious child, she was sent to the top junior high in Taiwan, followed by the best high and then the top university. When she came to Japan, it was to get her master’s and then PhD at Tokyo University, only the best.
Beautiful, intelligent and charming, it had never occurred to her that she could possibly lose her guy to someone else.
These means, of course, that she’s terrified that some other woman would want to steal me. She’s uber-sensitive to any threats.
Someone hit on you?
So…does that mean you didn’t cheat on her? This is getting cryptic-er and cryptic-er.
So why was I lying to my wife?
Not for an affair, for which not only my scruples wouldn’t allow, but – to paraphrase a brilliant cartoon in a recent New Yorker – I also lack the required time-management skills.
Fortunately, not to sneak in a night out with the boys; as she’s reasonable in allowing freedom when needed.
Why then?
No, the lie was needed to wage war with a master strategist. The prettiest woman in my known universe doubles as an Olympic-class originator of surprise parties. More than one friend has been left open mouthed and shell-shocked as she wonders why all of her friends are at a particular location. That it was close to the victim’s birthday often momentarily escapes them until the greeting fly.
So how does one surprise a fox? Especially when constrained by the lack of natural talent? Help is essential. Planning; a must. Weakness is compensated by decades of interest in stories of double crossing spy operations.
Cover stories are created and discarded. Too obvious or too complex. Deception must be total and no doubts permitted.
The Plan
Her birthday is the 20th, the day following a close friend’s. For months, our circle of international friends has kicking around periodic home parties to swap demonstration of cooking native dishes, Martha Steward style, (but without prison confinement).
In December I instigated a party for this month, with multiple choices of dates. A plant in the group insisted on the 19th, which became the date. My wife noticed the dual possibility of a joint birthday party. This distracted the possibility of the real party with a false sense of security.
Somewhere along the way I mentioned the annual winter golf tournament for the crazies in our industry. (The sane ones allow us to join them in Japan’s warm Octobers when even wimps can play.) A real-event, which she would remember from the last couple of years, which only requires a change in dates to place me out of town during the target day.
Now for the trap, the most difficult part of the setup. How to get her to a particular place at a particular time but not suspect something? Using one of her circle of friends may be suspicious. I enlisted the president of a foundation which had giver her a scholarship years ago, and which she still belong to.
We do activities several times a year with them, and the president is helping me with my Hero Rats program.
He came up with a story of how a visiting professor from her native Taiwan wanted to interview foreign professionals living in Japan as part of a research project on how knowledge flow through the world.
The three of us meet for coffee 30 minutes before the party to give everyone a chance to get to the restaurant without running into them.
Always sharp, she questioned the choice of the restaurant, wondering if a more Japanese one would be more appropriate. Me, I would have wilted but my friend had a logical reason. (Seeing him in action, he’s a great friend, but I can’t recommend buying a used car from him.)
She was completely taken in. It was a 100% success.
We also got the other friend as well, but he doesn’t question things so much, so it wasn’t that hard.
Sounds like a great setup! My step-mom helped me get my dad to his surprise 50th birthday. She was SLICK!
Aww!
Because of the title, I was worried when I first opened this thread, but then someone mentioned ‘surprise party’ and things made a lot more sense. Post pics! (And Happy Birthday, TokyoPlayerWife!)
[sub]I wonder whether she’s a Doper?[/sub]
Well hell, if that’s why you lied, good job. She’ll probably love the party.
and if she does have a hot friend she’d be willing to invite back home after the party, huzzah! 
It’s always something new and interesting with you.
Saturday, 8:00pm, my place.
We’ll start with you and your friend jumping up and down on my bed while wearing pajamas.
I’m always pleasantly surprised by how easily I am taken in by TP’s threads. I am a master of the mundane and pointless, while he is always able to weave elegant and personal stories which either make me smile or legitimately bring a tear to my eye.
I’m sure we’re all eager to hear how this stories wraps up.
Rory Calhoun?
I like how you wrote the story. You’re only a couple days away so hopefully you’ll manage the surprise, I know it would be impossible for me to pull off. By the way, what years was your wife in school? I’m fairly certain my wife went to the same junior high, high school and university but if I recall correctly your wife is a few years older. I think my wife finished her Bachelor’s around '95 plus or minus a year.
Nice one, TokyoPlayer.