I’m sitting here this Sunday morning in my boxers watching Meet the Press and taking stock of what the hell’s going on in the world and our little niche of Sin City. United States COVID daily new cases are fixing to top 80,000/day and deaths somewhere north of 1,000/day.
Life, as we know it, has ground to a halt. For those of us who like to throw our house keys in a bowl, those days are a dim memory and likely to be the same for probably the next six months to a year.
Swinging is a social event for us, and while the sex is great, the friendship among partiers is still the best thing. I guess when you’re sleeping with your friends, it tends to bolster the closeness you share with others.
As an engineer, we as a group tend to be introverts, and this pandemic hasn’t overly affected me. My wife, on the other hand, is an A-type who feeds on interaction with others. Foxy is a social-butterfly and flits from flower to flower, getting a taste of nectar then moving on to the next shiny object.Continue reading