A&J the actual meeting

us being the "health freaks" that we are, we never have gum. i should start carrying a pack around just for situations like this.

"no sorry we dont"

"you know, they really should provide it at places like this." J complains

"they have mouthwash in the bathroom" i suggest

"yeah, but i dont trust the little cups they have sitting out, ya know? who knows who touched them" he laughs in a joking yet underlying paranoid fashion, then continues, "you guys going upstairs tonight?"

"i dont know" Y answers "there seems to be a lot more old people here than there normally are"

"yeah" J nods his head "you guys wanna get out of here and go grab a bite to eat?"

Y and i look at each other exchange a few "if you want to"s and shrug. "sure, why not!"

we grab our coats and leave with them. (my mother wouldnt be proud of me getting into a complete stranger's car! but then again, i dont think my mother would be overly proud of anything that is mentioned on this blog!)

we head to one of my favorite little places to grab a late night snack and, in my opinion, has the best chocolate banana cake in the world. (ok, we are "health freaks" most of the time...except for when chocolate banana cake is involved)

when we are getting out of the car , a girl about 20 years old stumbles up to me with a big grin on her face.

"hey, hows it going!?" she slurs.

"good" i reply, looking around assuming someone in our party knows her.

"where are you guys going?" she drunkenly asks while swaying back and forth

"to the strippers" J jokes

the drunk girl then proceeds to go on a rant about a particular strip bar in the area and how all the strippers are nasty and we could find nicer girls elsewhere.

J playfully says "well, since the girls are that bad there, maybe we should just go grab a bite to eat"

"ya? where you guys going...im heading over there..." she gestures toward the place we are going to.

"well, lets go then" J responds, then leans in to whisper to me "you guys know this drunk girl?"

"nope, we thought you might"

so she follows us to the place, stumbling and loudly calling her friends on the phone, inviting them to hang out with us.

"great, now how do we get rid of her?" J sighs.

so we do what every mature group of adults would do....when she turned around for a second, we bolt upstairs and sit in the darkest, most hidden corner in the entire place and convince our waiter to tell her we arent here if she enquires. we spend the whole time looking toward the stairs, giggling, hoping she wont come up and spot us

it was a good ice breaker which lead to us chatting very free and easily with them. we hit it off right away. we talked mostly about swinging, him trying to keep it as quiet as his paranoid side shows its face again. but as he gets more and more into his stories, he gets louder and louder until he realizes that everyone around us can probably hear everything we are saying, so he shushes us all to a whisper again. his 'famous' line is "do you think they know we are swingers??"

after some good stories are exchanged and food is devoured, we all get back into their car on what i assume is the car ride home since it is way past my bedtime already.

"so, do you guys want to come over for a hot tub?" J suggests as if he knew i was thinking about just curling up in my bed and going to sleep. "dont worry, theres no pressure. we never swing on a first date."

Y and i look at each other, knowing its late, but hell, whats a few more hours gonna do?...especially if its spent in a hot tub with a hot couple!