Got a message this morning asking me if I’m up for going to the ball.

This is no ordinary ball. It’s a swingers’ ball. Anything goes. The guy asking me is a copper.

He’s stubborn as. I haven’t been replying to his messages yet he still messages me.

I used to love going to swingers. Then I decided it’s not for me. I’m not just a piece of meat. I’m a person.