Skeletons appear out of the dark

I have to say last night was probably the most wildest roller coaster that I have ever been on in a very long time.  I would also rank it up there with the orgy that I had last year.  Why do I say that?  Well I have had a very adventurous youth and when going back to your home town to party you really don’t know who you will run into.

We headed out to Orillia in the early afternoon.  I haven’t been to the area outside of passing it through it on our monthly trips in over 10 years.  It really hasn’t changed much but I have.  I am now a swinger and in open relationship so I have freedom to explore on my own.  Of course you also run the risk of turning up old skeletons.  There are some skeletons I really don’t want to dig up.

We started drinking right when we got there but quickly stopped to go out for more supplies.  Upon returning we parked our asses on the picnic table near the fire pit and started to indulge.  Didn’t take long for us to feel little pain, and with no food outside a little snack before lunch, we were already in happy drunk mode.  As the evening went on we found some dinner which helped curb the drunk feeling for a short while.  By this time a few other people had showed up, some I haven’t seen in over 20 years.

Not to much later into the evening two girls showed up.  One of them seemed familiar but the number of parties I have been too this is not uncommon.  I am usually great with faces but names always has been my curse.  They both had huge jugs of alcohol they were drinking out of.  Both were friendly and personable so very easier to talk too.  The jugs of alcohol probably helped a bit too.

Over an hour I am chatting and laughing with the girls.  I have focused on the one that I noticed from the start, plus when she mentioned POF (plenty of fish) that was my opening since I have had been on that site too.  It was an interesting chat along with other topics that came up over.  She was very quick on making jokes and keeping you on your toes with her banter.  I like a challenge and even drunk I am able to adapt to her comments very quickly.

At one point her friend goes off to make another drink for both of them and she quickly looks at me and has a questioning look on her face.  “What is your name again?”, she asks and I say it to her again.  “We have met before, long time ago.”

To say that I froze and didn’t know how to respond for a second, which felt like an eternity, is a understatement.  I start to go through all my girls and see if any match her, either name or face, and I pull up a blank.  I feel the panic inside me start to build up.  Did I really just forget a girl that I fucked?

“You picked me up at the bar one night.  Went back to your parents basement,” she said matter of factly.

I race through the girls again and still didn’t recall who she was or that night.  I am tongue tied and only come up with  “I can’t remember comes out my mouth,” knowing that I am going to regret this.

“Oh really?”

“Trust me, I feel really bad right now but I can’t recall.”

“It was a long time ago,” she stated.  Slight smile on her face gave away that she is starting to enjoy rubbing this in.

“Damn,” I exclaim.  I have never been in this situation.  Never met a girl years later and not recall fucking her.  Let along confronted in a such a way that I feel like a big heel.  As I continued to process and trying to figure out who she is we continued the banter of her being in power of knowing and me the heel trying to figure out how to get out from under it.

Not to long after my friend asked how my drink was and I need another one.  We headed up to the house and I explained to him what was going on.  He was laughing by the time we got to the house.  As I exclaimed I am fucked, my other friend comes in.  Hearing the conversation he chimes in saying “you don’t remember, it was at the bar and she had red hair.”  By this point they are both ribbing me.  I’m still in shock and having no idea how to recover any sense of respect from her.

Over an hour goes by and I am struggling with how to deal with this whole thing.  Racing over and over the girls that I met and then something popped into my head.  Red hair.  Suddenly it comes rushing back.  The bar, taking her to my place and fucking.  The fallout after which I recall since it was not your normal excuse.  I am not going to explain that here but needless to say I didn’t see her again till tonight.

Now that I know who and when I feel a little better.  Texting my wives about this whole situation and I swear I can her my wife almost falling of the couch laughing.  They were supportive and said good luck in getting it sorted out.  Within another hour or so I was able to get time alone with her again.  Once I advised her I remember what happened so long ago.  She tried to say I was bluffing.  I stated what happened up to the fucking part.  Her eyes again showed that I was right and agreed to that.  Over the next hour I slowly work my way towards saving any type of face I can.

So to recap I have now found a skeleton in my closet appear in front of me out of the blue.  She has been enjoying the ribbing part and making sure to poke at me when she can.  It also seems that the majority of people there knew that we fucked in the past and that I didn’t remember.  As the evening went on I slowly started to get a little respect back.

I do not work well in a group environment when hitting on woman.  I need time alone to make my moves.  I have a very specific way of talking to people when trying to obtain information.  This also applies when trying to to find out if someone is interested in me.  This basically went out the window for half the night since I was embarrassed.  Getting her isolated at a party setting is not that easy but after a little luck I was able to have my shot.  When I had the chance I stated that I was still interested in getting to know her more that night.  Pressing up close to her with my body allowed me to see if I get any kind of rejection.  There was none.

The next part surprised even me.  Thinking back to all the times on how I never make a bold move at the beginning.  Always trying to read a sign from the woman on if she wants it or not.  Which usually means a missed opportunity.  This time I figured with the amount of alcohol and past history, at least I will know for sure.  I moved in for a kiss and within seconds we were making out.  Chance happens that someone came into the house so we broke apart.  Cursing my luck I decided that I have a shot.  Now to see where it goes.

Every time that night when I was able to get some alone time someone always seemed to interrupt us.  It was driving me nuts, not to mention the few other guys there were also seeming to make a play on her.  Mutual respect is one thing but to blatantly interrupt knowing that I am working on the girl drove me insane.  When her friend wanted to leave it was now up to her if she wanted to stay or not.  It was not a lot of convincing to have her stay.  As we walked back to the fire it was starting to rain.  Didn’t take long for most of the people to disappear or head home.  Not to much longer I suggested we go and talk privately.

Yes it was in a car, not my first choice.  Yes we did talk but we also did other things.  No we didn’t have sex but we did enough to get to know each other again.  Only issue is that we had two jealous guys who keep interrupting our fun by banging on the car.  Doesn’t help for performance when you keep wondering if they are coming back.  I am not going into the gory details for one main reason.  Respect.  She is a great girl and I am not going to reveal any details unless she informs me that I can.

Will I see her again?  I really hope so since our first time and now second time were awkward.  Both were kind of quick and dirty and I want to explore a bit more with her.  I sense something else about her but couldn’t put my finger on it.  Comes down to if she wants to try more.  Like always the woman control what happens so I now it is in her hands.

After driving her home just before 6 am this morning I did get her number.  Heading back to the party house I still think it is a dream.  I feel like I am in a daze, although that could be the lack of sleep.  What a crazy night.  I headed home a few hours later after being up all night.  Some well deserved sleep was in order, plus I wanted to fill my wife in on the whole night.  She was excited for me and asked many questions.  After we talked I was exhausted so I headed of to bed to get some sleep.

Lesson learned tonight is that anything can happen.  Be honest and even up front helps when dealing with something that you did not expect.  Plus have the balls to take a risk.  Respectful to the woman but don’t be afraid of putting it out there if you want to see where it will go.