Happiness
I survey the room and observe the men hovering at the fringes of the dance floor as the women frolic center stage. The single, cuntless male is pariah. The single female is what most of these people are after, but they’re willing to settle for a trade.
Ms C, Toni, Les, Jack and Jill are all gone. Cherry Girl and Film Boy are off somewhere trying to scare up some action. I spy Deirdre, sex in a miniskirt. I’ve met her a couple times before but she has a man so it’s never been a high priority situation. I tell her I’m here alone and she invites me out for a smoke. For some reason we stop by the door and face each other. I place my hands on her ass and glance downward to appraise her pert breasts.
“You’re a hot little number, aren’t you?”
She grins and squeezes my waist. “We’ll have to get together sometime.”
Later on I run into the newbie couple again, so obvious because their eyes dart around nervously. For the second time the boyfriend departs and I’m getting the feeling he’s trying to pawn her off on me. Quid pro quo—one cunt for another. The woman looks Russian and reminds me of Schoolgirl. She tells me about a creepy couple they met and I tell her there’s no need to rush into anything. And then I notice the soft sparkle of tears streaming down her face.
“What’s wrong?”
“He’s not good enough for me,” she sniffles.
“Why not?”
“He just wants me to find him a girl.”
I instinctively reach up to brush a tear from her cheek, as if that would wipe away her grief. “Look, this is too much pressure for you. Why don’t you get some air… want a cigarette?” I take her hand and try to lead her upstairs but she refuses.
I decide to call it a night. On the way home I think about that hapless couple and wonder about all the others. Are the experienced couples really any better at swinging or are they just better at hiding their problems? Is one partner always a slave to the other’s desires? Are swinging couples any happier than their non-swinging counterparts? It’s ironic that the pursuit of happiness makes people so miserable.
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john psmyth | Jul 16, 10:46 PM | #
Seems like the pursuit of life and liberty does bring happiness.So one can pursue happiness only indirectly?
red | Jul 17, 01:57 AM | #
“they” are “we,” sweet Lex. none are always happy. both are sometimes slaves. you get to see them in each role, just as you get to play each role. it’s simply life. you saw the ugly through a lens that night, and you see the beautiful on many other nights.sarah | Jul 17, 12:27 PM | #
makes me think of the whole jack and jeri ryan thing—i also just got done reading the salon cover story on marriage and monogamy from a gay male perspective. anyway. you and les seem to be happy in your pursuits, i certainly hope that’s true.J | Jul 18, 04:58 AM | #
Happiness is like rainbows, when you pursue it, it retreats. Only by going about your life as best you can is it possible to realize it.I’m sorry that’s such a mystical, zen, taoist statement, but that’s what I think is true. If I had the will in me right now I would have written a koan. But you get what you pay for.
quisling | Jul 19, 02:52 AM | #
Swingers are quaint, eternally optimistic and terrified of missing out. And all aredoomed to failure, have you
ever noticed the ones who are
bragging about how happy they are
are also the ones who never
look you in the eye?
The first step to being a happy swinger is to acknowledge that it ain’t gonna make you happy for very long.
Oarah | Jul 21, 10:30 AM | #
I have known some people that were in the lifestyle for years, and they were happy. They ‘retired’ at 60, still happy. They were both into it for the same reasons and very honest about it. Too often the man talks his wife into something she isn’t sure about, but then she finds she is in ten times more demand than her spouse. Quite an ego boost for her, as long as the man can handle her being the coveted one instead of himself.Lex | Jul 23, 02:07 AM | #
What do you get at a swingers retirement party—a bronze dildo?matt | Jul 23, 02:14 PM | #
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