Still very new to the swinging game, every milestone gives pause. Who are we? Who were we? Who are we becoming? How did we arrive here?

Two friends in sexually unsatisfying relationships. The "were" part is easy.

Lovers stretching their sexual boundaries. "Are" isn't so hard either.

How did we arrive here? See "were" and "are". Connecting the dots is not very trying.

Who are we becoming? We have vanilla friends that we've barely talked to since we embarked upon this journey to somewhere. Time spent with people that we had so much in common with, exchanged for that with people we have much less in common with. Relationships, even those with people you'll never see naked, shouldn't be allowed to atrophy.

Swinging is addictive. The excitement of a meet & greet. The anticipation of a date with a new couple. The exploration of a new set of reactions. The euphoria of post-encounter sex with your SO. Andrenalin, dopamine, endorphins-- all so powerful. Add in the newness of the lifestyle. We are children again, and this is a candy store.

Tonight is another first-- a hotel room with another couple. We met them last week and they are a hoot.

Next week, a swinger's mixer for the first time.

And the following week, our first house party.

Surely there's no bellyache. Right?