F is for Foschizzle......
i found a shirt that said that this weekend. i ought to write a kids "abc" book...b is for biatch, g is for gangsta....hmmmm
so our weekend was filled with good times!
in particular, saturday nite....
kj and i went on a hot date and ended up at the W bar. as we are oogling over eachother a couple approaches us and the guy acts asthough he knows us, but his wife says he's mistaken and they move on. kj and i gave one another a quizzicle(that may not be a word, but it's my story....so shut up!) look and both come up with the same explanation...SWINGERS!!
now, prior to this encounter we noticed that the usual W crowd was a bit odd. it all became clear as more couples arrived and sat awkwardly together at table. i really wish i had a camera to give you the most accurate account of the mis-matched collection of nervous, anxious and sexually charged people sitting at this table. here's a quick rundown.....
1) the "oedipus" complex mother-son
2) the pierced, tattooed goths
3) the very old and unattractive on-the-verge-of-divorce
4) the redneck, trailer trash in green cutout leather suit, cowboy hat and nike sneakers
5) the thirty-something suburbanites who just say the swingers show on oprah
6) the pornstars
7) the first-timers
kj and i were invited to join the "mixer" more times than i can count! flattering i suppose, but we were definately NOT attracted to anyone.....and we were drunk!!!
we did however, meet some hilarious (and hot) girls. we spent the nite drinking way too much and watching the swingers mix it up, guessing who would leave with who.
if i wasn't so lit at the time, i'd tell you who won....
we laughed the nite away, closed the place down and had the most fabulous shag ever!!
anyone who says marriage brings an end to sex, has married the wrong person!!
kisses
i found a shirt that said that this weekend. i ought to write a kids "abc" book...b is for biatch, g is for gangsta....hmmmm
so our weekend was filled with good times!
in particular, saturday nite....
kj and i went on a hot date and ended up at the W bar. as we are oogling over eachother a couple approaches us and the guy acts asthough he knows us, but his wife says he's mistaken and they move on. kj and i gave one another a quizzicle(that may not be a word, but it's my story....so shut up!) look and both come up with the same explanation...SWINGERS!!
now, prior to this encounter we noticed that the usual W crowd was a bit odd. it all became clear as more couples arrived and sat awkwardly together at table. i really wish i had a camera to give you the most accurate account of the mis-matched collection of nervous, anxious and sexually charged people sitting at this table. here's a quick rundown.....
1) the "oedipus" complex mother-son
2) the pierced, tattooed goths
3) the very old and unattractive on-the-verge-of-divorce
4) the redneck, trailer trash in green cutout leather suit, cowboy hat and nike sneakers
5) the thirty-something suburbanites who just say the swingers show on oprah
6) the pornstars
7) the first-timers
kj and i were invited to join the "mixer" more times than i can count! flattering i suppose, but we were definately NOT attracted to anyone.....and we were drunk!!!
we did however, meet some hilarious (and hot) girls. we spent the nite drinking way too much and watching the swingers mix it up, guessing who would leave with who.
if i wasn't so lit at the time, i'd tell you who won....
we laughed the nite away, closed the place down and had the most fabulous shag ever!!
anyone who says marriage brings an end to sex, has married the wrong person!!
kisses
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uberllama:
Very entertaining. I'd pay cash money to see the trailer trash in the green leather suits.
angelvanilla:
you've got mail!