Feb 102007
 

Last night the wife and I hit our local dungeon. They were having a lingerie fashion show and we thought it would be a good time to try to get back into the public eye. I had a new dark purple shirt that was fucking awesome if I do say so myself.

Dungeons are strange places to meet new people. People were there mostly to catch up with the friends they already had. The conversations are deeply personal and centers on shared histories of events you can’t go back in time and become a part of. I would stand there for ten minutes before realizing that there was going to be jack shit I could add to the conversation.

I read a lot of sex stories where new people at a dungeon are wrapped into a seductive circle that welcomes you into deeper deviancy. This may be true if you are single and submissive. Married dominant couple, not so much.

Slowly we did manage to find some people to chat with, it just takes forever. It amazes me how I spent the day e-mailing a fascinating woman who came across my blog, but In-Person Shon can’t seem to be of interest to people. I guess I am used to talking with people who know me through my writing, because last night I was finding it damn annoying to try to come across as interesting when I know I am of interest. Blogging has spoiled me for doing all my publicity for me. I feel like I am missing some critical social skill that everyone else has when it comes to meeting new people.

As far as the lingerie show went, it was a pretty neat thing to watch. Some of the models were extremely happy to be doing their job, flaunting every thing they had. Others looked like they were being forced to do it, which in a dungeon is quite possible. You’d see the stark terror in their eyes as they walked down the runway, pivot and nearly run back. It was pretty sexy.

There was a gorgeous tall African-American woman that my wife said my jaw clenched every time she walked by. She was painfully beautiful. She had a tattoo on her upper thigh that was the beginning of the Declaration of Independence. Maybe its the lack of sleep, but I thought that was the sexiest thing I saw all night.

  5 Responses to “Friday Night Dungeon Recap”

  1. The conversations are deeply personal and center on shared histories of events you can’t go back in time and become a part of.

    No, but people do like to talk about themselves. Ask them to elaborate on that history that doesn’t include you and suddenly you’re in on “the secret.”

    bella

  2. You said: I feel like I am missing some critical social skill that everyone else has when it comes to meeting new people.

    Welcome to the human race. Bella has the right of it. Only other advice I can give is start showing up regularly, and participate in the events going on in the eternal now–eventually it will percolate down into their collective memory, and you will be part of the past and therefore a part of the future now to them.

    Just remember to reach out to the newbies in that then.

    Gods, I have a gift of making the simple rather complex, don’t I?

    Hammon Wry

  3. It amazes me how I spent the day e-mailing a fascinating woman who came across my blog

    Flatterer.

    No, I *didn’t* come across your blog. I will admit to some serious arousal, though.

    *wink*

  4. I’ll share another secert that has helped me over the years and doesn’t actually take much effort. The thing to remember is that they don’t know about you either, they’re familiar with their friends, but you are a mystery. And that is a cool place to be, you could be a secret agent, or a world famous writer, they don’t know yet. Just thinking like that makes me feel more confident, it isn’t like I’m play acting or anything weird like that, it’s just a mental confidence thing that turns the tables on strangeness. Instead of feeling like you don’t know anyone, you feel like they don’t know you. I find it very helpful in those situations.

  5. Bella- I agree. I have lost practice on interrogating people :)

    Hammon- I think your strategy is what I am hoping on. I think it does take awhile to enter the collective conscious of a new group. It’s the waiting thats the hardest part.

    Art- lol, Well, I will have to try that.

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