Gazing

First of all, I have to say how much I loved my blog yesterday. I think that’s the first time I visited my own blog countless times in one day! And just for the record, I can tell from the number of outgoing clicks, that more people clicked “The Link” than are letting on. It’s nice to know you all are as perverted as I am!

Today, I thought I would share something that I learned last month at a Passion Party. I know, I know. My blog tends to be a mixture of child comedy and adult situations. But that pretty much describes my life, doesn’t it?

Anyway, I learned a little tidbit of information last month. I had heard previous rumors that there was a specific subdivision in town where many swingers seem to live. Now, I’m not naïve. I know there are swingers out there, but I didn’t think they had their own ZIP code! Apparently, I was wrong.

Last month, I met a woman who was a guest at a party who lived at “the subdivision.” Apparently, the subdivision is called Lion’s Gate, and it attracts people of the swinging persuasion. Dude! How do they know?! It’s not like you go to the real estate Web site and it says, “a lovely house is available with 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, and in the heart of the metro’s swinging district.”

Apparently, the party guest was unaware she and her family had chosen a home in Swinger Central when they bought it, but she was informed by her neighbors after she moved in.

Okay, now this is my favorite part. You know those gazing balls that people put in their yards? Apparently in Lion’s Gate, if you swing, you put a gazing ball in your yard, and that is how the other swingers know you are “one of them”! When I heard this, I gave my very dignified response of “NUH-UH!” But seriously, that is what they do!

I came home from my party and woke Eric up to tell him what I had learned! I told him we need to drive over to Lion’s Gate and a cruise around looking for gazing balls. I’m not sure why. I guess I just want to see how many there are.

I have to tell you, this has made me really nervous about the next time we decide to move. With my luck, I would unknowingly move my family into Swinger Central. Then after moving in, I would notice how so many of the other neighbors have gazing balls. Wanting to fit in, I would probably run out and buy one, and then wonder why weird married couple next door keeps hitting on me.

Dude! I am going to have be soooo careful next time I go house hunting!