Last night I had dinner with the Heron Clan. It seems we live in the same town, only about 5 miles from each other. I will admit that I was nervous. I have read their blog for awhile, I have great respect for them, what they do and what they say. I was concerned that they might find me uninteresting, or we might not have much in common.
Friendships that I have usually happen gradually. I meet someone through work or school, we share common interests and we eventually begin to socialize. Of all of my friends that I have, only two know of my kinks. One of them is my best friend, we have known each other for 16 years, I have only become open with her in the past year. She has read my blog and has some kinks of her own, despite all of this, we rarely discuss it and never at great length. My other friend that knows, has known me for 35 years. I agonized about being out with him. He used to read a vanilla blog I had and inquired about where I blogged now. I gave him the link along with a disclaimer (and only because I know him to be very open minded and accepting). I think he might be a little amused, I know he is fine with it. Yet, we have never discussed what I have written or what he has read.
When I discovered that Swan and her family lived so close to me, I really wanted to meet them. After all, we were neighbors. I hoped we could be friends, but I felt a little like I was going to a job interview. My anxiety was totally unfounded. They are intelligent, funny, warm and gracious people. They made me feel welcome and comfortable. I was surprised and happy to find that we had even more in common than I expected. I had a lovely time, I certainly hope they felt the same way. It was refreshing to be open and honest about my relationship with J, but more importantly it was wonderful to share good food, good conversation, and good company.
Thank you, Swan, Tom, and T, for a fabulous evening.