I work for a PR firm - lots of client meet and greet dinners, drinks, etc. I'm a big sports fan - so any time we have a client who wants to go to some kind of sporting event, I'm kind of the go-to. So we wind up taking a client and a couple of his co-workers to Yankee Stadium this past May (Yanks/Blue Jays).
Now, Yankee Stadium has these swanky lounges that certain tickets have access to, and thanks to these being company tickets, we had access. We're watching the game from in there, having a few drinks and what not - and there's a couple (who is clearly a couple) close by who clearly has never watched an inning of baseball before. They're talking trying to figure out what the hell is going on. They seem to be about my age (34) and are in good shape - opposite of this chubby guy. As I'm overhearing this conversation I'm smirking to myself because they are THAT lost. So I turn to them and offer (in a completely platonic, no flirt whatsoever kind of way) to explain some things.
For the next couple of innings I go back and forth between my new friends and our clients - but the clients decide they'd had enough in the 7th inning and head out. I never leave a game early, so I'm hanging in the lounge, still talking with my two baseball friends. Now, keep in mind, I know they're a couple, but they have no clue I'm bi.
There comes a point where I said something about someone being "on deck," and one of them asked if there was a name for everyone in the batting order. Obviously, there's not - but I said there's "on deck" and the batter after him is "in the hole." They both start laughing and cracking jokes and I'm laughing right along with them. After that, the conversation gets a little more flirty - nothing crazy, but we're all getting pretty comfortable here. They decide they want to leave before the end of the game, but ask if I'd be down to watch another game with them and explain some more things. At this point I had no idea if they actually wanted that, or if that was just window dressing. So we exchange info, they leave, the Yankees win, I go home.
The next day I get a text asking if I wanna come to their place to watch the game. I respond by saying I'd love to, and I'm given their address - a lovely studio in Chelsea. So head down there and I'm greeted by Matt and James and we do the awkward handshake/hug thing. We sit to watch the game and have a couple of drinks - they have a couch that seats 3 comfortably, so they're kinda snuggled together and I'm on the opposite side. As the game continues - they start laying it on kinda of thick. Making the "in the hole" reference every half inning, pointing out whenever anyone adjusts their cup, etc. - and I'm digging what they're putting down. Then comes the tipping point: one of them said something to the effect of "jockstraps are hot," to which I replied: "i definitely agree." We all smirked at each other and kind of gave the "Ok - it's on" look to each other.