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2008
The Isle of Wight Dilemma
I was sitting in the jacuzzis at Rios on the weekend, being fingered under the warm, bubbling water by a guy I’d met a couple of times before. I didn’t know much about him, well pretty much nothing at all except that I liked fucking him, but I thought I’d ask him a question that had been niggling at me for a couple of days.
‘About a week ago,’ I said. ‘I met a guy and we had a drink and a bite to eat. (Well, actually, I ate a big rhubarb fool and he watched me eat it) ‘
‘This was a guy you met on the web?’ he said.
‘Yes,’ I said.
‘OK,’ he said, turning up his nose. He had already told me five minutes earlier that he was completely techno illiterate. He could hardly send an email and, in fact, was going to get rid of his computer because he never used it. I had told him that when I was a kid that I used to love to take things apart and put them together and that my dad had told me I should have gotten my degree in Mechanical Engineering instead of Communications. I told him that I had a natural affinity with machines and wished I had been born in the computer age because I was, deep down, a geek. So, as you can gather, he didn’t think much of a girl who liked meeting people via computers. Nevertheless, he kept playing with my clit.
‘OK,’ he said.
‘Anyway. We got on. We had a laugh. He told me some interesting things about his life and I thought he was sweet,’ I said. ‘The thing is that he lives on the Isle of Wight. And at the end of the conversation he invited me to come and visit him there. We arranged it for this weekend but I haven’t heard from him since although we’ve exchanged a couple of text messages. Do you think I should go?’
‘The Isle of Wight?’ he said. ‘That’s pretty far to go to get fucked, isn’t it? I mean, I would go to Hampstead or Highgate or maybe Covent Garden but I don’t think I’d go to the Isle of Wight. What’s he doing there anyway? Is he in hiding from someone??’
‘No,’ I said. ‘He has a yacht. An 18thc yacht. He’s a captain. He does boating type thing.’
‘Oh,’ he said. ‘That’s OK then. But I don’t think you should go to the Isle of Wight.’
‘Well I don’t get out of London much and I thought a trip to the Isle of Wight might be kind of fun. An adventure.’
‘Don’t you get enough adventure in London,’ he said whilst inserting his finger gently into my pussy. ‘Why would you want to go to the Isle of Wight for adventure?’
‘Mmm. That feels good, ‘ I said. ‘I don’t know. Anyway, that’s not what I’m asking.’ I reached down to stroke his cock under the water. It was hard.
‘I’m asking if you think that I should contact him about whether or not the invitation is still open. Don’t you think that he should have made some kind of contact by now if he really wanted me to come and visit him? Don’t you think it’s a bit odd that I haven’t heard from him much. Do you think he really expects me to travel for hours when I hardly know him?’
‘Oh,’ he said. ‘I wouldn’t know about that. I’m not him. Jesus, you’ve got a nice fanny.’
So, the question is - should I just leave it and make other plans for this weekend or should I go to the Isle of Wight. Answers on a postcard please….
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I say go and have a naughty little adventure. At least it’ll give you some blog material no matter how it turns out.
Well yes, it would make for blog material but could well turn out to be a weekend wasted.
Although men can be crap at arrangements (especially if it involves what they see something as a done deal), I think you’re well within your rights - and sensible to boot - to drop him a line to confirm arrangements.
Whether you can be bothered to do so is another matter!
The Isle of Wight is a lovely place though if you go I don’t know how much you will see! I think at least you should did your toes in the water maybe even with ice cream in hand.
Although it looks quite small on the map, the Isle of Wight is actually quite a big place with plenty of places to moor decent sized boats. Even if you narrow it down to somewhere in Cowes, if you dont have an address or the location and name of his sailing boat, I think you might be better off staying at home…
PS Sailors tend to have very rough fingers, all that rope pulling you know, and if it’s an elderly boat, he probably has to sandpaper off a lot of barnacles as well. Sailing’s not all blazers and rhubarb fools! You have been warned
In my opinion Londoners should make the effort to get out of London as much as possible. So I would say go, with a plan B in case the shagathon doesn’t work out.
A text message left at about 5pm this afternoon asking if we were still on for this weekend has gone unanswered. I think that’s my dilemma resolved, don’t you? Looks like I may be going to a Fever party instead. Then again Luka, you could be right. Perhaps I should just get out of town.
sorry, but it’s quite clear that it was not going to happen. .. if a man wants you , he would send the message soon,..and please, there is not fever party going on…you have to be not more than 40 and atttractive…
Thanks Valerie for that reassuring message. I got an invite to the Fever party, having been before. I think they’re willing to bend the rules for older, attractive people.
What do you make of Fever parties Suzanne? Are they as amazing as people say? It’d be interesting to hear your opinin and, if you decide to go, a blog entry about the evening…
Valerie - how rude you are.
George: Been once before, a few years ago. It was ok. The flat was big and beautiful and some of the people were quite attractive. The only issue I had with the whole thing was that it took ages for everyone to get warmed up and, when they did, there wasn’t much swapping or eye contact. Imagine 20 couples all having sex and not looking at each other and that’s what it was like.
I hear the Fever party is good.When is it, can I go with you or you have already someone taking you?
Wow…sounds very cold. I know a guy that goes regularly and he’s such a vain tosser I cant imagine he’d be much fun. As for the Isle of Wight you should forget him, his loss.
John: Sorry I already have a date for this one. I’ll let you know how it goes. It’s on Saturday and there still appears to be tickets for sale at the knockdown price of £50/couple. Maybe I’ll see you there…
George: I’ve been to a lot of swinging parties and no two are the same. Even the same club can go from bad to brilliant depending on the people there and the atmosphere. I didn’t really rate my last Fever experience but I’m prepared to give it another try.
P.S. Isle o’ Wight man? Who’s that??
It’s not a “Fever” party, it’s managed by the people that runs Fever. The Fever party is for people up to 40 years old, and they are quite selective. What you probably went was the Fevour party, where people over 40 can attend.
I have been to few and they are great, however I never have been to the one with people over 40 (30 - 50), as it doesn’t appeal to me older people (sorry my preference).
This party anyone can attend and there is no selection whatsoever, so I very much doubt that it will be as good as the real Fever party. I shall see you there Suzanne.
Well, you never know. It’s all in the mix of people. I’m going with a guy who has never been to a Fever or Fervour party so that could be a good or bad thing. I don’t really get off on younger people but it’s Saturday night, it’s a party and, one way or another, I’m bound to enjoy myself! See you there…
Of course, you should go. If it’s good, it’s good. It it’s bad, you’ll like London even more.