I don't have any real experience in what is commonly called "swinging", thus the meeting came down to Linda and I meeting in an Italian restaurant.I don't have any real experience in what is commonly called "swinging", thus the meeting came down to Linda and I meeting in an Italian restaurant. I arrived about fifteen minutes early and went inside. I had tried to leave us both a graceful exit in case neither of us was what the other expected. "No expectations" I'd said. This way, if either of us got cold feet at the last moment the ego-injuries would be minimized. I was sitting at a small, high table on a barstool, positioned so that I could see both doors, and so that she could see that I was alone. The bar was crowded at one end with fiftyish men talking about the last great war, and old high school days. A couple sat in a booth not far away, and I looked them over carefully, trying to see if both of them had come down. A football game was on the TV, letting me distract myself from my nervous anticipation. An attractive woman entered the restaurant and paused by the door. Dark haired, well dressed, and in her early thirties, she seemed to match my expectations. The door opened again, and several people joined her, laughing as they were led to a table. Nervously, I stubbed out my cigarette and told myself to relax. Texas scored against Colorado in the college football game, and I let myself relax. |