When we started this blog, we never really thought about people wanting to meet us. We figured there would be some chatting online, maybe via email or our Twitter, but we didn’t expect messages like, “You seem to live in the Philly area. We aren’t far. We should meet.” Perhaps we should have, given that swingers are, by nature, inclined to socialize, but we were worried that our particular niche of sex and drugs might be a deterrent. Turns out, not so much. We even made a Kasidie account to make organizing meetups easier. Which leads us to this story on how we got somewhat naughty in New Orleans.
And by somewhat I mean we had a lifestyle date while there. If you are looking for a tantalizing tale of sexual escapades, this is not the story for you. Despite the picture I used for this blog, no one got a Cajun Willie that night.
Correction: Erin didn’t get a Cajun Willie that night. I shouldn’t say “no one” when I have no idea how the night went elsewhere.
However, this is an important story for me because we met fans of the blog. Which means we have fans of the blog!
Weird Coincidence
Life is funny sometimes. Sex on the Fringe went live on August 22 with a post about Sex and Drugs. A few weeks later, we received a DM on Twitter from one MrsSwingingCajuns who says she’s enjoying our blog. Erin and I both read her blog in return—which works out great for me, ‘cause Erin’s all like, “That whole thing with the blindfold? Way hot!” and now we have another thing on the to-do list!
Anyway, some back-and-forth DMs later, and MrsSwingingCajuns says if we’re ever in the area, we should meet up.
The weird coincidence? We were going to be in the area in a couple weeks. I had a work event going on in the Big Easy, and Erin was flying down to join me for part of it. Arrangements were made, and suddenly we have a whole host of firsts for us:
- First couples date outside a club in years. We’ve met single guys, but all of our first-time interaction with couples as of late started at a swingers’ club.
- First time meeting lifestyle peeps while traveling.We had looked at going to a local swinger’s club, Colette, during our visit, but my work schedule didn’t allow for it.
- First time meeting people through the blog. We actually had to have the “We need to give them our real names…right?” conversation. It’s surreal!
What Better Place to Get A Little Naughty Than New Orleans?
Maybe Vegas, but there aren’t many better places. This was not our first trip to New Orleans. In fact, I think was my fifth. We love the food. We love the drinks. We love the history and the aesthetics and the cemeteries. We love Bourbon Street.
But since we were going to be on their home turf, we let the Swinging Cajuns picked the meetup spot, which turned out to be a lovely bar in the French Quarter to which Erin and I had not been on our previous trips. It was an awesome place. No, I’m not telling you which bar it was.
We ended up meeting a little later than expected. They hit traffic. We had a tragically slow server at the restaurant down the street. But through the power of DMing, we managed to meet up.
Meeting the Cajuns
Mr. and Mrs. Cajun were delightful. They are fun, easy to talk to, and quite the sexy pair. Were I to describe them in a word, it would be bright. They both had a joyful lightness about them that I found engaging and attractive.
It was an interesting experience to meet people whose history we already know from their blog. “How’d you get into the lifestyle?” couldn’t be a conversation starter because we both knew already. Erin wrote about it; Mrs. Cajun wrote about it. But it also meant we had common points of reference. We could talk shop, as it were, and discuss the stories we’d already read. In that sense, there was a kind of instant connection. An immediate jumping off point.
We hung out at the bar chatting for a bit, then wandered the Quarter looking for a dance party. Which we found.
Alas that our evening ended as early as it did. In swinger time, it was still practically the start of the night. But it was a working trip for me, which meant I had been on a brutal schedule of early mornings, long work days, and late evenings, and I had another early morning ahead of me. I only managed this date by getting out of work early and skipping out entirely on a work event that was going on that evening.
Worth it!
“Shane, How Did You Do With the Flirting?”
Funny you should ask! On a scale of 1 to 10, I give myself a solid Not Great.
I made sure to get the I’m Bad at Flirting post up before getting somewhat naughty in New Orleans just to keep expectations on an appropriate level and to give us something to laugh at when we met. That went swimmingly. We all got a laugh at my expense.
As I said in that post, I’m good at being social. I’m bad at showing interest. Boy did I toe the line that night. I can’t recall if I even told Mrs. Cajun she looked sexy (which she did!). I still haven’t quite figured out if that’s an appropriate thing to say on a first meeting, but I’m going with, yeah, it is and, yeah, I should have said so.
In my (lackluster) defense, I was a bit knackered from work and, given my work schedule, play that night was never really on the table. I went into this whole evening as a “meeting of like-minded fellow lifestyle bloggers.” I don’t regret that mindset. But I think having it definitely kept me from being more flirty.
We Had a Great (Somewhat Naughty) Time!
Erin and I had a wonderful time. We hope Mr. and Mrs. Cajun did as well. We have always loved New Orleans and didn’t need another reason to want to visit the Big Easy in the future, but now we have one. More than that, we have a reason to not wait so long between visits—and to be there when there’s no work schedule that cuts such a fun night short.
As you can no doubt deduce, this was not the only night we got a somewhat naughty in New Orleans. However, it was a completely different type of naughty. We didn’t want to conflate the two events and unintentionally impinge the Swinging Cajuns’ reputation, so that’s a story for another post.