Disaster

that's the word for the party last night. It was a swingers meet and greet, hosted by Derek and Denise. I arrived at the place - first of all it was a DUMP. Really. No atmosphere, no class, no service, no nothing at that place, but the smell of booze and old furniture. There were some dart boards up on the back wall, there were some pooltables, and the whole thing looked really depressing. I felt overdressed in my sexy little strappy top with the soft shrug over it - this was a kind of faded jean shirt or trashy sparkly black top sortof a place. Derek and Peter were already there, Denise and the rest were nowhere to be seen, as they were being fashionably late. A young kid was also sitting there, forget his name, clean cut boy, early twenties, honestly, even if he was attractive to me, I would have felt like I was robbing the cradle. A veritable Mrs. Robinson. LOL. So we waited for the rest of the illustrious group to arrive, and with each arrival, I felt more and more uncomfortable with the whole thing. The assessing gaze of the men, the uncomfortable giggly giddyness of the women. Gross. Then Denise arrived with her friend Marcy. Honestly, when I met Denise, I thougth she was a bit low-class (forgive me my superficial elitist phrase, but that's the only way I can describe it), but now, accompanied by her friend and in her "element" gosh, you know, it made me physically sick to think of Derek being with these women and then being with me... That the same dick that was inside them, was inside me as well, turned my stomach. And then one of the guys tried to start up a conversation with me, he was soft and perverted looking and disgusting and it made my skin crawl and suddenly I felt very dirty... I had to get out of there. I tried to explain it to Derek, who came after me, asking what was wrong, and he thought I was really superficial, judging these people after 5 minutes of meeting them... I couldn't really get my thoughts out properly without totally insulting him and his friends, but... I know myself... I know I'm a pretty good judge of character, and very rarely have I been wrong about my first impressions... I do not make judgments lightly, but I have a certain instinct when it comes to people, and it was crystal clear to me that this is not the kind of crowd I want to associate with... and even contemplating to get close to one of the men there was just unthinkable. I don't know what I was expecting, really, I kinda thought it's going to be like the Talk Exchange, but sexier, instead, it was just awful.
So this is the end of my swinging career, thank goodness. I will never contemplate such a thing ever again, and I'm kinda glad that I saw the bottom of the barrel before jumping in...