An Adults Views

My best mate and myself went swinging week before last, and it had to be one of the best days of my life. We took the train across the river and talked about our plans for the next few hours. We would stop off at Bernie's and have a quick bite while watching newlyweds embrace over a cheap glass of wine. It was the hot spot for the working class post-wedding date, and they would stop off there before making their way through whatever parts of their lives they had together. The attraction of Bernie's is a bit of a mystery. The food's not all that good and a bit on the greasy spoon side. The wine has usually been left open too long because it's not under priced, and customers at Bernie's don't buy anything that's not under priced. Regardless, people from the small town make their way to Bernie's more than once a month usually. When we arrived, there was a handsome couple who were obviously newlywed. I don't know why I say that, except for maybe because of the fact that the way they were caressing each other could only be due to new found commitment. Perhaps I was wrong, on the other hand, as my mind was of course on swinging to begin with so I may have been reading into things.

My best mate, Frank, had promised to teach me a thing or two about swinging, since I was totally ignorant to the whole game. He swore that it had changed his life, and our stop off at Bernie's was a sort of pre-lesson to my upcoming complete lesson which would end at a sort of free-love party. I was informed that this sort of free love was the highlight of the swinging lifestyle. Even couples went there together, and watched each other partake in sexual activities with others. I couldn't quite grasp the notion, but I was open to new things. Besides, it was difficult for me to judge what couples did, since I didn't have much experience in that arena anyways. I always was half-way interested in having a girlfriend, but everything that went along with it sort of scared me. I wasn't good at doing what someone else wanted me to, and that's what I understood was involved in a relationship. So, I suppose I was trying to cut a deal with myself by taking the day with Bernie to learn a thing but not two about love.