Friday night. Starbucks.

Oh yeah!10pm last night I was at Starbucks, Santa Monica, third street promenade. Whoooooo. Good times! I was meeting a friend at Barney's Beanery, but they don't have outlets and my phone was about to die. Starbucks is across the street. I went there to charge up.

I haven't been on the Promenade on a Friday/Saturday night (in forever!) I guess if I'm going to now be in the "vanilla world" I have to buy flats. Very few girls were in high heels on the Promenade. Very few. Lots if dressy "sensible" flats. I don't own flat heel shoes. Flips flops at the beach. That's it. It seems I'm going to have to buy a whole new wardrobe... and flat heel shoes.

I wonder if "vanilla" people look at girls like me and think I'm a "fake vanilla" much in the same way people in "the lifestyle" who never swap are considered fake. (Ha! I don't know why but I find that funny!) I'm a fake vanilla.

Anyway,

So I'm looking at all these people in Starbucks, the place was packed, Friday night, 10pm, and I couldn't help but think, "Don't you guys have anywhere else you would rather be? What are you doing here?!" But this is where "vanilla people" go on Friday night... at 10pm... in their flat sensible dressy shoes. Starbucks.

But that's the thing, I can't question why they do what they do. If I'm going to be among them I just have to blend in. Somehow.

When my friend got to the Promenade, we took off, making a stop at Ralphs (grocery store) where the cute check-out guy was flirting with the couple in front if me, and then me when I got to his register. Hey mister, can we be friends? ;)

Have I sent you the link to the porn site I've been obsessed with? (I remember when I used to do that with couples. I miss it.) I stopped when solo girls started being looked down upon as worthless disposable fuck toys in the lifestyle (by men and couples alike), read the BCs and CL ads some time, that was the last straw for me. But on the other hand if you're a solo girl who likes hot sex in the "vanilla word" you're a worthless disposable slut, there too, so...

Potato... Po'tato

The only difference is, "vanillas" don't come over to my place and intentionally ruin my stuff. They may talk shit behind your back (who doesn't?) But they're good guests, good present company. As a solo girl, I went to an "upscale" swingers party and the nicest conversation I had there was some guy randomly snapping his fingers in my face and said, "Hey! You're gonna watch me fuck her (pointing to some girl) and play with your pussy. Got it!"

1. You're an asshole.

2. What happened to saying hello?

They said hello at Starbucks. Then again, I was paying for something...