I got detailed directions to their place, out in East Bumfuck — seriously, an hour’s drive, and I was going to go there on a Tuesday night. We’re talking I was looking forward to a hot session!
Then late this morning (day of the play session), I got these texts:
Mind giving me a ring? I need to cancel. Not the right time.Fuck. (Or “not fuck”, actually.) You can read between the lines on that one. I imagine a discussion like this:
Have to say no for best ting for my relationship. Sorry to waste your time. Thought we were there. Best, xxxxx. Please call if u would like to speak versus txt
How come you’re so frisky this morning?(and cue escalating screaming match from there)
Just thinking about how hot tonight’s going to be.
Really looking forward to getting that guy from Seattle in the sling. We’re going to have a fucking hot time.
Oh you are, are you? And you were going to tell me about this when?
I really thought we had a good relationship here, but apparently you need to go setting up fuck sessions with tricks from the internet, and then you rub my face in it!
What are you talking about? I told you about him last week. You said “Sounds hot” and told me to set something up!
Or perhaps it was nothing more than morning-of cold feet from the boyfriend, something he thought he was ready to pursue a week ago, but really wasn’t. Not my place to ask. Whatever the case, there was obviously need for a touch more extended communication in that relationship before pursuing something like this.
(Sometimes that’s the reason for living in East Bumfuck: keeping the leash on more easily.)
Updated on October 26, 2010
Last week, I heard from the guy and we tried setting things up again. This time, I played with him and his other half had someone else over as well. There was some interaction between the four of us, but mostly two couples in two different rooms.
I didn't ask for details on what had gone sour the first time, but it seems it was ultimately less drama than I had expected.