I'd never asked a stranger to strip for me before. But there was something about being in the Remote Lounge, a bar in New York City's East Village, that made me want to ask a guy named Jesse (dark, sexy eyes) to take it all off. Maybe it was all the surveillance equipment. Normally, if you want to meet someone at a bar, you have to walk over and deliver your best pickup line. But at Remote, you scope out people using video monitors hooked up to a network of cameras scattered around the room. Then you can push a button next to your monitor to let the object of your desire know that you're watching. Still interested? Pick up the phone and start chatting; If you are like me―and like lots of people I saw at Remote the two times I visited―you just might end up saying and doing all kinds of things you never dared before. It feels safe when only a camera is staring back at you. "Unbutton your shirt," I tell Jesse over the phone.
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