Yes please. I'm not wearing a tuxedo though.
Again?
Oh go on then.......
Seeing as this is close to my birthday, it would be rude not to. Go on then, put my name down.
I'm an insomniac.
NO MORE SLEEPS!
I asked to have my name on the reserve list, and this has not been approved. Do I need someone to vouch for me? Looking through the list, I know a few names, I can pay someone to vouch for me. They are cheap, they won't say no.
May I please be considered for a place on the reserve list?
Many thanks.
September 2005.
I have long had a bit of a voyeuristic nature, and I guess this contributes to looking at profile sites, perving at some of the pics, and reading the wisdom contained within. Having got myself up to date with those I used, I did a google search. I found this site. My naive side gave no thought to the concept of swinging, all I know is I saw pics of women wearing boots. That was me happy. I then noticed the site had a chatroom, went in and lurked a bit, chatting occasionally. By the third night, I was made to feel like a regular. I felt welcome.
From this point on, I was a regular in the chatroom, and for a while a regular poster in the forums. Then I got introduced to the joys of munches. I soon became known as a munch whore, it seemed like every other weekend I found myself booking into a hotel, and finding the pre-munch.
Much has changed since then, but I certainly would never have changed my decision to join this site. Thanks to people who I've had some interesting experiences with, I have had my eyes, my mind and my arse opened. I guess I now regard myself as a retired swinger as I am no longer active within the scene, but thanks to this scene, I have formed friendships with some wonderful people, and encountered many good acquaintances which have been maintained to this day.
Ten years on, I find myself very grateful to the swinging scene and those within it, I've seen opinions change the way I think, I have had tears roll down my cheeks with laughter. Copious amounts of alcohol, followed by "No way! Is that time, it is bloody daylight!" and then getting home, doing a half hearted "Thanks go to....." post and then sleeping until I was reasonably coherent again.
I have some wonderful memories, both swinging and away from swinging, to everyone who has contributed, in any way, big or small I thank you.
How can you tell if someone's a vegetarian?
They'll tell you.
I'd get a new van for work.
But what if people take funny things (i.e. banter) too seriously?