We all went out last night. There was a couple next to us, dancing and feelin' on each other. At some point I realized the guy was on the dance floor with someone else.
I mention this do D. He says, "Yeah, but she just got some text message from some guy. It said, 'Do you want me to forget about you?'" D's a pretty tall fellow, so he can causually spy on those below him. Since he's so far above their line of sight, no one even notices.
D leans in a bit to see the message she sends back: "Ha ha, I'm out dancing...!"
We think this is great! She's on a date with this boy, but she's got another one on the line. Her date thinks he's having the time of her life, 'cause he's out with her and dancing with other girls, but little does he know.
By now we're drunk and silly, so this little scene being played out next to us became the focus of our evening. But it's intense, really. Date comes back, they dance and make out, then he goes to the bathroom and she slides her cellie out of her back pocket. And over and over again.
This actually could happen again. I mean, the fun of it was taking as many pictures of the interaction as possible, and letting them think we're just camera happy, and drunk. D helped out greatly, by his spy work and his willingness to pose for me.
I did start to think that the girl noticed something amiss, but ... I don't think she understood the degree to which we were informed and involved.
We've talked about this before: Digital cameras are fun!
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