SwingBot is the M half of this duet, who occasionally contributes inane guest-posts to this blog.
One thing that we quickly learned was that there is an etiquette to meeting people online for sex. Specifically in the \”swinging\” lifestyle, and even more specifically in the \”bisexual swinging\” sub-sub-culture.
For example, apparently it is custom for two couples, after meeting (usually over dinner) for the first time, to separate for a short while so each can discuss the other. When they reconvene, if everyone is good, they go somewhere and fuck like bunny rabbits.
This was not covered in the orientation. We didn\’t even get a copy of the handbook.
So you can imagine when, having been somewhat transparently left alone, we looked at each other and wondered what just happened. Did he dump us? No, he left his keys on the table. That\’s a good sign, right? We already paid, so he\’s not trying to stiff us (not that way, har har). Should we take this as an out, run to the car, drive home, burn our gmail accounts and pretend it never happened?
We weren\’t out of the booth before our guest came back. He gave us the skinny on what we ought to have been discussing. However, since the topic just shifted (without a clutch) from online comics to buttfucking, we spooked and ran.
On the unnecessarily long drive home, SO and I avoided the topic as much as we could, because we had things we wanted to ask, but couldn\’t in a public place. And we didn\’t want to invite anyone over to our place, because, well, there was a chance we might end up having sex! Happily, modern technology came to our rescue, and we spend the rest of the night IMing the fellow with no regard for not sounding like the perverts we were.
We got detailed. REAL detailed. In the end, we felt much better about the whole thing, which brought us to the next stage of the relationship: Scheduling a meeting (to fuck).
I schedule meetings all day long. I meet with complete strangers on a daily basis. But I have no personal life. My nights and weekends are completely free. But somehow, suddenly, I was busy. Couldn\’t do it Thursday, nope, gotta do a thing. Weekend? No, in-laws are visiting (note to self: invite in-laws to visit). Next week? Nah, I have a doctor\’s appointment on Wednesday, gotta keep the whole week open in case they need to reschedule. Following weekend? Gotta floss my cat\’s toes. And so forth.
Maybe this is the \”playing hard to get\” phase. If he sticks around for this frustration (\”Fuck me! No, wait. Yes! Next week?\”) maybe that means he\’s a keeper.
We know we\’re just putting it off (but we DO want to do it!). It\’s just amazing how horny can battle scared when it comes to sex.