I’ve been out of town for two weeks and though I’m anxious and excited to share Orgy #2, something happened the other night that I’d like to talk about in this blog post.
I have/had 3 regular play partners. I call them Number 1, 2 and 3 in order of who I met first, second and you get the picture. There’s no question that number 2 is my favorite. He’s intelligent, polite and most of all respectful. He treats me well, really well. He compliments me and is always happy to see me, thanking me, genuinely for my time. He also makes the effort to come see me, as does #3, which is pretty important to me.
Number two is also Player X and thus I meet him and his wife at play parties and travel for that. Number three lives quite far away. Number 1 lives in San Francisco and doesn’t have a car. That’s fine and normal for city living. I had a car when I lived there but that’s certainly not the norm.
When I went to the swinger's club with #1 I could have met him there but he asked me to pick him and the other girl up. This took me an extra hour of time. The club was 30 minutes from my house and I drove another 30 to his house and then I drove 30 minutes back to the club. In retrospect I should have asked them to meet me there. I also paid for myself to get into the club. The other girl didn’t pay anything but I offered and #1 happily took my money.
I mention this not because I feel every man should pay for me but… he invited me, I drove a total of 2 hours that night, including picking him and the other girl up and taking them there so none of it felt even, or right.
Cut to this past friday. About a week ago, he asked me if I would go to another sex party with him. I was out of town and told him I wouldn’t be in town for Thanksgiving. He said the party was Friday night and I agreed. I shouldn’t have agreed to go, that much is clear to me now. I had a very hard work and travel week that culminated in a 4 hour drive home on Friday.
Half-way home, in the pouring rain, I wasn’t feeling well and pulled over to sleep. I got home late on Friday and was far too sick to go to the party.
I hadn’t purchased my ticket yet. Yes I had to pay for myself. I texted him apologizing profusely and telling him I was too sick to go. Now what response would you expect? “I’m so sorry you’re sick, I hope you feel better. Is there anything I can do.” Or at the very least, “I’m sorry you’re sick. I’m disappointed you can’t go tonight but I understand.”
Nope - I got a text saying he had put out a lot of capital to make the night happen. Capital? What kind of capital? I had to buy my own $60 ticket. He never asked me how I was or offered one ounce of sympathy or empathy. As a matter of fact, I haven’t heard a word from him since, thankfully because that guy has moved to number ZERO.
The reason I’m blogging about this is because any kind of relationship, even a superficial one, can be fraught with problems. Everything in life isn’t fun, games and sexy. Sometimes people are just jerks.
I can be hard on myself and say I should have known better because I should have. The way he treated me the last time I saw him was not okay. I’m not a chauffeur. But I agreed to do it and thus I have no one else to blame. I must say though, I absolutely can afford to be picky. I can afford to demand that I'm treated well. I can afford to say no and goodbye and f-off.
On that note - Goodbye number 0 and good riddance!
Episode 1 = the why
Episode 2 = the how
Episode 3 = orgy 1, part 1
Episode 4 = orgy 1, part 2
Episode 5 = the swinger's club
The Journey of Rain Star© - Written, Produced and Edited By Chloe Adler
This is the Journey of Rain Star - Chloe's alter ego who is on a mission to experience the sensual pleasures of life. Stay tuned for an episode a week and come live vicariously through Rain and her sexploits.