We get to the hotel Friday night with time for a drink. I'm chatting with the people I met on the last trip. A guy from our bus, who I haven't met yet, joins us. Within moments of sitting down he says,
"So I went to a swingers party the other night."
Did we find out this guy's name yet? We all chorus,
"What? Really?"
"Yeah it was at the Marriott."
"How'd you find it?"
"On Meetup-"
"-Meetup has swingers groups?"
"No, I met a woman on Meetup who took me. It's cheaper that way. Forty dollars for a couple, but a hundred dollars for a single guy."
Did he even try looking for a Groupon? He continues,
"And I went on a singles cruise with couples massages."
"So a couples massage with another single person?"
"Yes, that's actually who took me to the swingers party."
"Was the party a success?"
"Yes. Twice."
The next day in the hot tub, we run into him again. He says,
"I'm not as crazy as I sounded yesterday."
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