Let me tell you a story

[EternallySingle]

I am a single male swinging god. I've done the virtually impossible three times in the past...met a single bisexual woman who wanted me as a swing partner, at least temporarily. I'm going to tell you about the last swing partner I had and maybe from that the reason finding a single bisexual female is so hard for single men (and couples for that matter)

Picture it: November, 1996 Grand Rapids airport.

I'm waiting for an old Army buddy to arrive on the 5:00 pm flight from New York. While its snowing here, its not enough to close the airport. It is, however, snowing hard enough near Detroit to delay the flights.

Well, I'm in the lounge talking to everyone and a flight attendant sits down next to me. She looks at the T.V. and says she wishes she didn't have to take that flight to Missouri because she really wanted to visit with her girlfriend and her husband another day. Well, its now six and I've started asking her where she's from, what her actual job is (besides serving drinks and handing out pillows), and if she knew of any openings in the electronics shop for the airline. She answered my questions and asked me about Desert Storm, if I missed the nude beaches and swimming pools in Germany, if I had ever been to Nude Stock in Washington state, and if I was waiting for an old 'boyfriend' or just an Army buddy.

6:30 and I learn that my friend's flight has been grounded in Ohio, so I call his parents and they tell me they already know. Jokingly I ask her if she wants to see the wrestling match with me, since it had stopped snowing and I had nothing else to do and didn't want to scalp the tickets. When she said yes, I gave her the tickets and she gave one back, saying she couldn't go there alone with all those sweaty freaks. She changed into jeans and a WWF sweatshirt. We drove to the arena. She got pinched by a guy while we waited in line. I got pinched by a guy while taking our seats (nose bleed section, but who cares). We booed, cheered, cringed, and made bets on who was scheduled to when the next match.

11:30 and we're having coffee at Denny's and she calls her friends to pick her up. When they arrive she gives me her cell phone number and takes mine. Two weeks later she calls and says she wants to see hang out at Burbon Stree in Kalamazoo. We go there. I dance with her. She dances with me. I dance with another woman. She dances with the same woman. I take the two of them back to the woman's apartment (second clue I didn't pick up on because I wasn't looking) and don't see her for another two weeks.

February, 1997. A couple I was swinging with, but broke it off because the wife said I was doing too much "guy stuff" with her husband, moved to Ohio. I helped them pack, exchanged phone numbers, and felt sorry for myself until Valentines day. Then my flight attendant friend calls and says she wants to take me out. I drive to the airport in Kalamazoo and go to her airline's ticket counter and ask if her flight was in. The ticket agent types something on the computer and gives me a ticket to Chicago. I get off the plane at O'hare and she meets me. We go to the art museum, dancing, then back to the condo she shares with two other women for you know what I call in sick and stay an extra day.

to be continued....

[newtoswingingfl]

Captivating... Encore! Encore!

(maybe it's because I'm bored out of my mind?)

[wrnakedru]

Breathlessly anticipating the next installment - real life stories are SOOO much more interesting than make believe.....
I feel like the lady standing in front of Mervyn's - saying "O-pen, o-pen,o-pen".....

[EternallySingle]

March 1997 was a good month. My flight attendant friend (BW from now on) tells me she's taking two months off and staying in a girlfriend's apartment in Kalamazoo and I can come over anytime I like. The first Saturday I go there she drops the first bomb. She tells me she's bisexual and one of ther friends, the woman we met at Burbon street, would like to have a threesome. I said "you, her, and who? " A few hours later the woman arrives, we talk, I tell her about BW's bad behavior at the wrestling match. She tells me about BW's bad behavior at Fort Lauderdale. BW gives us both the finger, then we, well, you know.

June 1997. I haven't seen BW in about two weeks. BW calls and tells me that as much as she likes me she has been seeing other people, men and women, and I should not stop dating other people just because she happens to be the greatest woman in the world (her words, not mine). Well, I get a call from my former swing friends in Ohio and they invite me to a party where they are allowed to bring one single man, single woman, or couple. I hop a flight to Detroit, take the dreaded bus ride to Toledo, and who walks in half an hour after I do? Thats right, my good friend BW. She blushes, I laugh, my swing friends say "How do you know BW? She's the one who told us about this party." Small world. We didn't do anything that night except talk to each other. The host was kind of upset, but thats only because BW was his and his wife's guest and they didn't get to play with her that night.

July 1997. BW calls me every weekend to meet her in Detroit, Chicago, or Grand Rapids. We go to Cherry Lane for my birthday. I had been there twice but this was the first time I was able to stay the night and look up at the stars. They don't let single men stay past sundown, so that was an even better birthday present than cute Asian she introduced me to. Over the next four months we go to two swing clubs in the Chicago burbs every other weekend. It wasn't until the second trip in October that anyone actually notices that we are actually together and I'm not just tagging along to get in at the couple's rate.

November 1997. BW received her commercial pilot's license. We went back to the airport in Grand Rapids and she flew me to Wisconsin, she said to see her parents. She didn't tell me they were both deceased. It was a little more intimate than I expected from someone who said we were friends with benefits, emphasis on the friends part I guess. That same month the company I worked for went bankrupt (it wasn't my fault) and I moved back in with my grandmother.

December 1997. I get another job and rent a room over my boss's garage so I don't have to drive the 50 miles to and from work everyday. We're talking one day and I notice a picture of BW and my boss's wife in matching bikini tops. I mention it and he said BW asked them not to tell but she asked them to hire me until I found something more permanent. I looked at him and he said that while his wife and BW fooled around, he didn't have an interest in anything but watching them and no, I couldn't do his wife. That was cool. My boss and his wife watched BW and me on several occasions. Then we watched them. Then my boss and I watched his wife and BW. And again. And again. I got dehydrated just ... never mind.

February 1998. I find a better paying job closer to home. My boss let me use the garage apartment anytime BW was in town, or even if I just wanted to get away from home for a few days or had a date and didn't want to go to a motel. That arrangement stood until 2 years ago when a tornado destroyed their home and they moved down south instead of rebuilding.



June 1998. After nearly 2 years, BW and I planned to rent an apartment together. Unfortunately, my great grandmother had a third stroke and my grandmother became extremely depressed so I moved back in with her. BW visited me at my home once, then said she would stop seeing me if I moved out with the situation the way it was.

October 1998. My great grandmother died. I got another job at a different phone company (a major one, not one of those fly by night deals like I had before) and BW started to become distracted by something. Then she told me she had been offered a job as a staff pilot for a small charter jet company in California but didn't know if she should take it. We argued for five months. I told her she should go. She saying she didn't know if she wanted to lose everything she had right now. head bang I didn't pay attention to what she was really saying. We stopped attending clubs, but still saw two or three couples in Chicago.

final chapter next....

[EternallySingle]

January 1999. During a blizzard I slipped and fell off a telephone pole while trying to reattach a line to a doctor's office. I was only five feet off the ground when I fell and didn't even have a bruise (thank you wet snow) but I wrenched my back badly, aggravating an injury I received during my time in Iraq. I fell then too...off a truck. I was put on some great pain killers that let me move easily, but they made me somewhat scatter brained and a little agitated. BW suggested I ask for different medication but I didn't see a need to switch. Of course, opium derivatives tend to do that to a person.

Valentines Day, 1999. A couple asks me if I would like to join them in a glass of wine as I was installing the T1 line for their home office. I declined, saying I only drink alcohol if I'm somewhere I'm welcome to stay the night. Then they asked if I would like to come over after work and have a drink with them. I said I was meeting my girlfriend and they said she's invited to. She might even like it. When I got home BW said instead of going to Chicago again she had gotten invited to a friend's house for drinks. Guess where we ended up? Too strange, that one.

March, 1999. BW told me the company had upped the offer and she was going to take the job in California, since the pay would be equal to what she was making at the airline. I was genuinely happy for her and told her she HAD to go since that was what she had worked for her whole life. That day EternallySingle was born, as I told her I would show her how to set up an email account and send her emails everyday, two if I wasn't able to reach her

April, 1999. The pain killers finally got to me. I fell alseep outside a customer's house and my boss came by...two hours after I arrived there...to see why I hadn't finished a simple hang job. I told him that I didn't feel I could work there any longer because my heart wasn't in it. At the time I thought it was because BW had left, but it was really because of the pills.

May 1999. I left the phone company, flew out to visit BW, and had a great week with her and her roommate Toni. Then, one night a guy came over. While we were talking I said something about seeing Paramount, which was where Toni worked. She took me there and said that she didn't think it was a good idea for me to keep contacting BW. We argued for a time, then Toni said that BW had met someone and was torn between him and I. She gave me the ultimatum BW couldn't: Move to L.A. or move on.

June 1999. I went back to the club in Chicago with B.W. when she flew her boss in for a meeting. The regular D.J. team were "on vacation" (ghetto slang for incarcerated) and the D.J. they hired needed someone to help him with the sounds, so I volunteered. The night I was there with B.W. was great but the next night I was alone. A very drunk, very rude woman came up and asked if I wanted to do her in the behind while her husband took pictures. I said thanks but no thanks, I'm here to do the sounds. Ever hear of the "No means no" rule? I guess, in their minds, that didn't apply to single men. She came back twice, once telling the D.J. he had no rights telling her to leave because he wasn't a swinger, but she knew I was. Then her husband got into the act, saying I should be happy his wife picked me from all the rich single guys they could have chosen. Again I said no. At this time the wife yelled "You can't do that to me! You are not a member. You're just a guest. You can't tell me what you will or will not do!" Next thing I know security is escorting me out of the building.

June 2000. B.W. has married the guy who came to visit her when I went to L.A. They flew to Chicago to bring a client to a baseball game and then to Detroit for a meeting. I met them in Detroit. The guy remembered me and we talked. Then BW, the Asian hottie from Cherry Lane, and another woman joined us for an old fashioned orgy. B.W.'s husband didn't look comfortable when the Asian moved toward's him, so I tapped her on the shoulder. B.W. looked confused, then saw her husband's face and understood. She said something to the two women, then she and her husband left. Another good night, but the next day was not. I talked to him over breakfast and that was the fifth time he had been involved in a swinging encounter with B.W. and each time he said he felt uncomfortable being with other women, and was jealous even hearing B.W. talk about being with other women or men. I told B.W. about our conversation and she said they had that discussion before. I told her he wasn't meant to be a swinger and she had a choice to make.

September 2000. B.W. Called to tell me she had decided that her marriage was more important than swinging. She also said that she was pregnant and happier than she had been since moving out west. In the background her husband said thats just the hormones. We talked about some of the people she had flown to Hawaii and Mexico and Japan. Then her husband got on the phone and thanked me staying friends with them because he wouldn't have had the courage to tell B.W. to stop doing something he might have learned to live with. He also said that maybe one day he might get over his apprehension and I told him to just go with the flow.

April 18, 2001. Bethany Erin was born. The middle name was his idea.

Today...I'm still wondering how I got lucky enough to meet B.W., but I won't cry (too much) if something like that never happens again.

The moral of this story? Live your life and look for friends. Swinging is fun, but thats all it is.

[newtoswingingfl]

Thanks... I enjoyed that

And now, it's time for bed. Surrender

[2cute2care]

wow,what a story! thanks for letting us all into it and sharing!! keep the stories cummin

[TNT]

Great story!

Teresa

[storygirl]

Great story. Not to get too deep, but I think the moral is more than swinging is just fun - think of all those people you met and whose lives you got to be a part of. Somewhere, they are telling great stories of their time with you .

[BradAndJanet]

So...tell me, is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?

My heart goes out to you, man...that is a heck of a story.

-B

[HotCoupleGnS]

Awesome story!

[WA_Cple]

Thanks for sharing your story!



Mrs WA

[NightGoddess]

I kept cheering, hoping somehow you would end up with BW...but as long as you're happy, ES, that's all that matters.
Good story and well told. Great adventures!

[Den2u]

Really great story! Thanks for sharing with us!

[yawanna]

Thank you for that ES! You are a wonderful writer Sorry that it's true but, live and learn, eh?