I find it surprising how food trends spread like wild fire in so short a space of time. Lately, I have seen Dragon Fruit everywhere I browse on the net and decided to investigate this fruit myself. Finding it pretty enough, I was disappointed to discover that it tasted like … nothing. Still, wanting to blog about it, I went to Google to find if there was any interesting trivia, or – perhaps – a joke, about this strange fruit that would inspire a post. Imagine my surprise when I stumbled on this site [I have removed the links] :
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From Dragon Fruit to wife-swapping in one click? Reminded me of an episode I blogged about back in July 2008:
Whilst trawling the internet search engines for 100 pairs of cheap scissors to use as an invitation gimmick for an event I am planning for a hair salon, I stumbled upon a link to website featuring swinging. As I had long been contemplating turning a neglected corner of my garden into a little hidey-hole play area for Original Bunn, with a swing and – perhaps – a small dollhouse; I immediately clicked through.
Oh my! Swinging, for some, happens on a very different playground indeed.
There is, it appears, a surprisingly large crowd of married people who arrange social meetings with other couples purely to engage in a bit of rumpy-pumpy spouse-swapping. The activities are fully encouraged by all parties involved.
I would have had to register to enter deeper into the website to find out more, but worry so about a computer mechanic at Old Spouse’s office seeing the website in my history log at some future date. What would he think? But I’ve been wondering about the matter all day. What do these people do if they meet up in the supermarket? Do they form friendships with fellow ‘swingers’ and go on holiday together?
Would they send a sms to another couple:
Hey Charlene, there’s a rugby game on Saturday, come overand watch and then we’ll have a braai and a swing?
Old Spouse would have a heart attack if I suggested we do this with Les and Mabel from number 26. In fact, I would die of embarrassment to see Les in his bathing suit and can’t begin to think of Mabel’s navel.
I just don’t get it at all.
Why get married in the first place?
I hope they don’t take the children along…
Disclaimer: I got a lot of flak when I originally posted this. I am not knocking swingers – each to his own, and all that – I am simply; on a personal level, mystified by the whole business.