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Catfishing? Or Social Media Norm?

I am scrolling Twitter tonight and I see a few of my fellow Tweeters talking about LS pre-event chat groups. My beautiful FL friend posted a question about personalities in a group chat and how they can vary from reality. Additionally, there are many types of personalities that really don't shine well through these chats, me being one of those people.

I rarely chat and almost never group chat. I hate texting. I hate phone calls, too really. I like face to face dialogue. So, if you only know about me what you've learned in a chat, you know my name is Sara.

This thread lead to a question of whether or not one gender is more infamous for catfishing over another.

Obviously I have more than 280 characters. so, I'm responding with this blog. You're welcome - sang like the Rock in Moana.

Let's just admit that the world, or at least the part of the world lucky or unlucky, depending on how you view it, enough to have the internet and social media, as a whole catfishes to so…

Excuse Me Sir, Your Wife Has Been Drugged. Part Two.

Now, let’s see…. Where was I?

Oh, right. We had made the decision that the environment was the vibe killer with our new friends, Aaron and Penny, and not Aaron and penny. We continued messaging with them for the next couple of weeks and planned a second date. I made a total mistake in those chat sessions promising what ACT II of that second date would be like.

So, I’m thinking on the next date, we just do dinner and then head to the hotel Is what I sent out. What the actual hell was I thinking then? I had not even kissed them on the first date! (Shocker, I know). What if they had sucked. I’m sorry. If you suck at kissing, we can’t play. Hard limit.

At that time, we had not really played that much. I really wanted to experience all the lifestyle had to offer as quickly as possible. In my mind, that was how that date was supposed to play out. I mean, we had enjoyed their company. As far away from the first date that I had gotten, I had pretty much convinced myself that the problem last…

Excuse Me Sir, Your Wife Has Been Drugged. Part One

Sometimes, you don’t have great chemistry on the first date. Sometimes that’s for a reason!

Pete and I met another couple online, Aaron and Penny. Pete and Aaron had already chatted for a while and then they invited the ladies to join. We had a lot in common with this couple and we thoroughly enjoyed chatting with them.

We texted frequently for nearly two months before we had a free date open to meet. We were in the early months of our lifestyle adventure, and we were very much enjoying the “dating scene” of the lifestyle.

Our plans were simple. And typical. We met for dinner and then we would see where the night led us. One of the restaurants I frequent in New Orleans is Gordon Biersch in Fulton Street Square. It’s a chain restaurant, but it is must see if you like beer. Oddly enough, I do not! I just love the atmosphere here and the food is really good.

We were coming off of a string of successful nights out and we had some high hopes for meeting this couple! I could write an enti…

Happy Halloween

Halloween is totally my favorite time of year. I am obsessed with costumes. Probably a bit over the top, but we are all allowed to enjoy certain parts of life a little more than we should, right?
This year we will be celebrating Halloween with VooDoo Fest and after that, who knows... Colette's? Hells Gala? Bourbon? No telling, but we will be out in full costume!
Last year, our only plans for Halloween was the Ed Sheeran concert (which was AMAZING). And then we virtually met our friends Nick and Bailey on a dating website. We had been chatting with them off and on for a few weeks when they told us they would be going to Colette's for Halloween. We decided we would go, too. They were meeting another couple and we did not want to impose, so we just told them we would wave, put a face with a name, and move on. 
We arrived at Colette's to find it PACKED. We had been there before on several occasions and never had to push through the crowds. That was the case for Halloween. Litera…

Just leave it.... I'll do it later.

I sat in my tub last night soaking to help recover from Saturday night's shenanigans. I scanned my bedroom from this vantage point and saw the mile high pile of clean clothes that I laid across the bench in my room on Friday. I had been in too much of a hurry. So, now this ten minute job is still waiting for my attention. 
I know I had ten minutes in that day somewhere, I just prioritized terribly. So, I sat there exhausted in my tub internally scolding myself. This seemingly insurmountable task on Friday was really more of a speed bump. Now, it is probably tenfold the work and time. I'll have to break out the iron for somethings and completely rewash others. I loathe wrinkles. 
I mental face palmed knowing I am already behind in laundry for next week. I chose to grow my marriage on Saturday into Sunday, which means I didn't finish the laundry and what I did get clean, I will have to readdress. I don't regret for a second spending time dating over chores. But, had I co…

Hotel Takeovers

Our Summer was a pretty fun one. We attended three hotel takeovers. The first one is a very small, friends-of-friends kind of takeover that started in someone's home about five or six years ago. They've grown to the point of needing three floors of a boutique hotel. At just under 100 couples, it is much more intimate than the others. So much so, that the first night, we broke into three groups and all ate dinner together. This one was a really great way to kick off our summer. Don't send me DMs asking me about where and when.... I'm not telling. Sorry, guys.
The month of July found us preparing for two Hotel takeovers; Desirous Party's Purgatory and Naughty's Naughty in N'awlins. I'll put the link to their websites at the bottom of this page.
Purgatory came first. (haha. Not that way, you dirty minded motha). This is a three night event with theme nights. They are all based in dream world, or mythology, or the afterlife.... What I should really call thi…

The Pool Party and Milkshakes

Our summer was going very well. We had made several new friends and had enjoyed some very fun and sexy dates.  We were making ourselves comfortable in our little corner of the lifestyle. 
Our friends, Steve and Grace invited us over for a pool party at their house. They told us they were inviting a few other couples and planned to have an evening of swimming, dinner, and some "adult fun." This would be our first house party. We were very excited to go as well as excited to meet new friends. 
We are pretty big Cards Against Humanity fans. We have all of the expansion packs. *I have to shout out to the CAH people. We flooded in 2016 (huge disaster here, like 60% of our parish flooded, 90% of our neighboring parish). We reached out to them to see if there was a way we could replace our cards at a reduced rate if we bought them all at one time. They just gave them to us. So, there's that little bit of good humanity that is completely irrelevant to my story.*
I called Grace …

Chatting and Running

I'm a stickler for completion. I really do not like boxes unchecked, work unfinished, things left and not tied nicely in a neat little bow. This applies to online profiles.  And if you're scratching your head wondering how online profiles and my title go together, be patient. I will tie it up in a nice little bow for you.
We are on a plethora of sites. Pete is responsible for site management, updates, "hunting/fishing," initiating chats, etc. I just do not have the time or the patience for it. There's also the small problem with my inability to keep people straight. (One of the new couples we are chatting with for NIN can attest to this as I recently messaged them that they were a little out of our age range.... except they're not. #wrongcouple #mybad #isuck).

Pete has the big responsibility. I just occasionally surf. I love completed profiles. Ht/wt/age/gender..... All of this stuff is important. If you just answer, "prefer not to say" I assume it&…

Taking One for the Team

Swinging is a team sport. Two people (or ten, depending on how much you love poly) playing together to achieve a common goal - having sexy fun and growing closer together as a couple (or couples...). I have always been anti "taking one for the team." Both Pete and myself are very concerned with the each other's happiness and pleasure that neither one of us want only one of us to have fun. 
I will repeat, I have always been against taking one for the team.....

Until it happened.

So, here's the story:

Pete and I attended a member's only club event a few weeks prior to this date. We met this super hot, super fun, super sweet friend, whom we shall call Kristi. We spent about an hour chatting with her and we both knew we wanted to get to know her and her husband a little better.

The opportunity presented itself a few short weeks later for a club takeover in New Orleans. We messaged our new friends and decided to attend this together with a dinner date before the party…

NIN 2018: The Watchers

We really wanted to attend NIN in 2018. But, with us being bright-eyed-brand-newbies, the thought of us throwing ourselves in with a couple thousand swingers was a bit overwhelming. Luckily, the lifestyle gods smiled down on us and gave us an opportunity to dip the very tips of our toes in that ocean of sexy people. We met a couple online and had been chatting for a few weeks. This couple we shall call Evan and Jenny.

We hit it off really well on kik and started looking at our calendars to arrange a meeting. Lucky for us, we both had an open night the last Saturday of NIN. New Orleans is a halfway point between their city and ours, so of course we had to go there. The Saint was an overflow hotel last year and had available rooms to the general public. Lucky us. This would be our first time staying there. Evan and Jenny decided to book a different hotel down the street from ours, not associated with NIN.

A second couple we had been chatting with for nearly two months hit us up a day o…

Double Ghosted

Pete is the shopper. In other words, he surfs the sites, fields incoming messages, and sets up our activities. He'll show me a couple and I usually assign them into one of three categories:
1. Um, NOPE.   2. I have to meet them.   3. Fuck, YES. I realize many people out there will meet anyone. However, I have to see myself kissing someone in my head. If I can't conjure up this image, the first category is appropriate.

This couple: fake named Penelope and Kade, were in the second category. I needed to meet them. We kik'd them for a week or so. The conversation flowed really well. Excitement was growing for me as I really enjoyed chatting with them. They live about an hour an a half from us. We picked a meeting place for dinner at a restaurant in small town about the halfway mark.

Dinner was beautiful. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. I was very happy to have met them. They were much more attractive in real life than in their photos. (Side note, this happens to us more ofte…