I was also VERY nervous going to our first club. If we didnt drive 150 miles and spend $80 on a motel room I probably would have chickened out at the door.
We had talked about trying the swing thing and we even had a few by chance encounters. I brought up the idea of going to a swingers club and she took it from there. I dint even know we were going to a club when I got a call at home confirming our RSVP.
When we got inside I almost felt like I was going to toss my cookies. But I had a few drinks and the people at the club REALLY went out of their way to make us feel at home.
I geuss the best way I can put it is like this:
It is actualy scarier(SP?) standing outside the door of the club than it is to be inside of it.