The Beautiful Kind

The guy I used to swing with and I joked about the tastes of swinger couples we would consider double dating. We maintained that if a couple wanted to meet at an Applebee’s, it was a sure sign they were not our type.

Well, we went back and forth with this one couple from a swinger site. They had poor quality photos, but seemed nice enough. We finally decided to meet them in real life, and asked where they wanted to meet. Yep, you guessed it.

They suggested Applebee’s.

We balked, but at this point we figured we had gone this far, we might as well meet them. In those early days, the idea of meeting a new couple made me too nervous to have an appetite anyway.

When we got there, my heart sank as I took in the couple waving us over. The guy was a big guy with a beer belly, moustache and baseball cap. The woman looked like a dried out, tanned skinny redneck with bleached hair. Yeah they were nice, but it sho wasn’t gonna happen.

When my guy and I had a chance to step away to plan our next move, I was astounded to discover that he was intrigued with the possibility of doing dirty things with the redneck woman. Apparently, her rough- around- the- edges- yet- wearing- a- short- black- cocktail- dress look was working for him, and he was even hopeful he might get to remove that little black dress out in the parking lot in their truck!

“I don’t think so!” I hissed, “The guy has false teeth for godsake. I am NOT taking one for the team!”

“OK, OK!” he conceded quickly.

We politely finished our meeting with the couple, left and had dinner at a locally owned, vegetarian-friendly restaurant, and then went home and fucked. And he didn’t even make me whisper white trash sweet nothings in his ear.