A Mach3 in the trash for notta
10 Oct
So we decided to check out a place we had never been before and had this great idea to not tell any of our friends we were going. I even watched the RSVP lists for the party on SwingLifeStyle and Lifestyle Lounge to kinda make sure that a clump of friends weren’t attending.
Our idea was that a new place and new people would be fun. We would avoid the cliques and just be random. Meet new people, chat it up, sex it up… Oh ya.
Usually the RSVP lists show about a third of the attendees for such parties in the Seattle area so we guessed we would know just enough people for introductions.
So wrong.
Travel time to the place was 2 hours.
We walked into the venue and were surprised at the set up and size of the place. Small is how it was described, but it was smaller than we imagined.
The host (a very nice guy we have seen around, but don’t know) told us about the play area/dance area that was located a short walk up a hill in a separate location. The upper area opened 2 hours later than the lower area, so everyone congregates in the first building before that.
We got some wine (they had a small bar) and looked around. WE new not a single soul. Seeing an open spot on a couch we approached the attractive woman sitting there and introduced ourselves. Her husband showed a few minutes later and we all talked for a bit. They seemed nice and it turned out we had mutual friends, but after about 20 minutes this cute redheaded girl shows up who they know and the husband literally turns his back on us to talk with her. Maybe 10 minutes later the woman we are chatting with gets pulled into the conversation with the redhead by her husband.
We have been shut down!
Strike one.
A woman then approaches us and asks to sit down. I scoot over and we chat with her a bit. Her partner arrives and though he is nice enough he is a no go. We are polite, but try to avoid sexual innuendos or anything that could be construed as flirting.
Then we see a couple who had previously contacted us via email on LL about meeting.
It was just that week and it was obvious they recognized us because they kept looking towards us, but never approached.
The upper room then opened and we went to see what it was like.
The upper area had a couple small play spaces and a dance floor surrounded by various forms of seating. It would be a great place for a private invite party, but for a mixer it had the problem of not being conducive to play unless you are big on exhibitionism. The lower play are is open to the dance floor and bright as heck so I would have felt I was the show for all if playing there. The upper play area is dark, but you can’t see what is happening in the area just by peeking. You pretty much have to enter the area and then leave when you discover it isn’t your scene.
We approached the couple who we had earlier that week had some email correspondence and introduced ourselves. It turned out it had been the female half writing. The male half seemed surprised but happy. We all hit it off pretty well at first, and there was definite chemistry between the guy and my wife, but the girl was a bit of an enigma. She seemed into it, but still a bit stand-off-ish. Eventually we went for more wine and then some dancing. My wife made some flirtatious attempts with the guy on the dance floor, the girl kind put a stop to it by directing him away and through body language.
Usually I would have thought my wife scared them away because they happened to be soft-swap primarily and my wife can seem a bit over sexual to some tamer sorts, but she had been very mellow that night. I assumed the girl just wasn’t into one of us.
Strike two!
The place was very hot so we went outside for some air. There was a bunch of people out their around a fire.
I’d guess 15 people sitting and another 10 or so standing around. There was seating for around 20ish (depending on how close you wish to be) so we joined the group of people chilling around the fire. It was nice and conversation flowed.
Once again we started a conversation with a nice couple that seemed a possible match. They had been out there a while and therefore wished to enter the venue and dance some more before we did. It was the male who said it and I think my wife took it personal.
They didn’t invite… and we saw them actually leave 10 or so minutes later.
Strike three!
Official Swinger Fail!
My wife said “We have been shunned.”
It felt that way. It had been a long time since we had hit up a new venue without knowing people. Even people with whom you never play with that are friends make a big difference. They usually know people and introduce you to others. Introductions go a long way in the lifestyle at parties.
So… shunned and not feeling our usual sought after selves we decided to have a good time on the dance floor at least. We did, but the place was so hot we kept having to return outside. A few couples and singles flirted with us, but none we where into. (Maybe we made them feel shunned)
Eventually it was nearing time to leave as we had to catch a ferry.
While my wife enjoyed finishing off her last glass of wine we saw a couple leaving and my wife complimented the guys shirt. We ended up talking with them for a while. It was funny because I had noticed the girl earlier, but said nothing because the guy didn’t look like someone my wife would be into. Later I found out she had noticed him, but felt the same about my tastes and the women. (crazy – she was the hottest girl in the place)
Not that any of that made a difference. We had to split and do our 2 hour drive home.
The whole way home we made jokes about being shunned.
I said my favorite swing fail line at least half a dozen times…
“I shaved my balls for this?”
My wife kept making jokes about not even getting her pussy licked.
My ball shaving jokes aside… I only shave them smooth just before dates or when going to a club. I use disposable razors and use a new one each time. It is so environmentally unfriendly I know, but my fave razor for ball shaving only comes in a disposable version. Well, actually they have one with changeable blades, but it doesn’t work the same.



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