I went alone. I was extremely nervous. I don’t “do” social gatherings – much less by myself. I got lost on the way there. I was a few minutes late. Being late made me more nervous. I considered turning around and going home. I saw a Dom in the parking lot that I recognized from Fet. I had studied the RSVP list trying to put faces with names and histories ahead of time. I knew I wouldn’t remember much, if anything, from the munch itself. I wanted to be prepared.
I went in and was approached by the restaurant’s hostess. Well, crap what do I say? I’m here to meet a bunch of sexual deviants? I settled for “Yes, I’m meeting some people.” thinking this was as general as possible. She walked me back to the table where a bunch of folks were hanging out.
I stood there for a minute thinking they looked so normal this couldn’t be the right place. How exactly do you ask? I thought What the hell. In for a penny, right? “Is this the munch?” Several folks smiled and laughed. I promptly felt as though I didn’t have an intelligent cell in my brain and blushed to the tips of my hair. “It’s my first time.” Could I have been more awkward?
They welcomed me warmly and I sat down wishing that the floor would open beneath me. It’s true what they say: It gets better. I really had a very nice time. I felt a kinship with these strangers. It was odd. When someone mentioned caning and I winced discreetly, it did not go unnoticed. One or two laughed with me.
I felt a connection with one of the subs who was there with her husband/Master. About an hour in, when she and I made eye contact for the millionth time, she said she liked me because I was always pink. She found my near constant blushing amusing. That’s ok with me. She laughs as readily as I do. When I left she handed me the Fet information for both she and her Master.
All but one or two asked me, individually, to please attend a play event next weekend. If I can get child care I’ll be going. I will not play without you, but I’m still looking forward to it.