The last while I have been slowly inducting a friend of mine into the lifestyle, and was forced out of my winter hibernation to attend her first party with her.. Oh boy were my barely existent social skills about to be put to the test.

We arrived with nerves and excitement sky-high, and our game faces on. Catching up with old friends and making new ones commenced. My attention was constantly drawn to a stunning lady, and the more she flirted with guys at the party, the more determined I became to draw her attention. Sha already had mine, with her see through stockings, long legs, and an ass to die for, my mind was running wild.

I was temporarily saved from my self inflicted torture by striking up a conversation with a couple whom I briefly met at the opening event of the club. I have to note that my disability in remembering names and faces has already been brutally exposed during the course of the evening, and by skillfully hiding under the skirts of the club owners I was able to avoid too much embarrassment. I was asked by the couple if I am really "That Guy", the party animal they have been hearing about so much. Now I also want to meet that guy, and am reminded of the fact that meeting your so-called heroes can be a tad underwhelming. We proceeded to have a lekker kuier and made plans to form a group and go paint the town red in the future.

In the meantime my fated opportunity presented itself.. The sexy ass lady approached me and made me aware of the unfairness of my luxuriously warm and fluffy attire as compared to her. Being a gentleman I offered her the gown under the condition she wear nothing underneath - of course in order to fully appreciate its silky softness all over her skin. From there on my brain started shutting down, as her attention and lips were now on me. Her husband kindly reminded me of how wet she was, and I was ready to be declared brain dead.

An angry glare and very displeased tone from my friend brought me crashing back to earth. This was now the second time she is telling me she was ready to go home, but I had no idea there was a first time. With my brain on life support I must have acknowledged her automatically, but the signals did not reach their destination.

I hurriedly made sure of the vixen's husband's approval before towing her to a room for a proper farewell snogging session under the pretense of getting the gown back, knowing that I was already in for a penny, I may as well rob the bank while I'm at it right? We accidentally almost interrupted what seemed to be a wild BDSM session in the red room before finding an open room and making sure there will be more meetings in the future.

Once in the car I was at least able to explain my blunder to my friend, and how many plates I was proverbially juggling - failing spectacularly, with my only saving grace being able to pretend the ensuing comedy was intentional.

I can only hope for warmer weather to come soon, and for my friend to start enjoying the lifestyle as much as I do, knowing how important it is to temper expectations, and make the effort to see the journey through and find amazing and unexpected life experiences.