Another Night Out for the PWK Team

Every once in a while, Dauntless, Cara, Beth and I like to go out for an evening of fun.  I am speaking of fun in the old fashioned sense - food, drink, laughter, and so on. No sex, but the conversation is a bit spicier than you might hear around a typical mixed-gender group of friends.

For example, last night we talked about what percentage of the male population is circumcised, and what percentage of the men I've been with were circumcised. Cara said that Mexican men typically aren't circumcised, which just sounded wrong to me because I've enjoyed more than my share of Mexican men (as well as South American men) and that wasn't my experience, but who would argue with sweet Cara about such a thing?

We talked about Adam and the size of his gorgeous enormous cock, and that brought us around to discussing the penis size of men of different ethnicities and if ethnicity really is a factor in size.

By the way, during the cock discussion, Daunt sat there holding onto his beer like it was a life preserver.  Every time I'd ask, "What do you think, Daunt?" he'd snap out of his "how-long-can-I-pretend-that-this-discussion-isn't-happening" stupor and shrug his shoulders.

We passed around a hot Halloween picture of Daunt's brother, BruceD (in the pic to the right), and three of us (can you guess which three?) drooled and admired, and one or two of us may have made inappropriate comments about what we might like to do with such a lovely gentleman if given the opportunity (but I can't really remember....LOL).

The photo reminded me of that episode of Nip/Tuck where Christian Troy was having sex with that ugly gal who had a hot body and he made her put a bag over her face.  Not that BruceD is ugly...absolutely not!  But the mask made me think, "Heck, I don't care if he leaves the mask on.  It's not his face that's getting me wet right now anyway."  But I digress.....

The last time we had a PWK Night Out we went out to eat.  This time, we decided to do something a little more active.

Shame on you for those naughty thoughts!

I'm talking about bowling, of course!

Because I like to make everything a little more interesting, I suggested a little wager. We agreed that whoever came in dead last of the four of us would have to provide the HNT photo for this week.  This idea came up because Cara said she's boycotting HNT because there were no comments on last week's one and few comments on the few before that.  So, we looked at Beth.  No way.  Daunt?  He has a gift for taking a swig of beer while vigorously shaking his head no. As for me, we all know I have an inferiority complex about being compared to Cara.  There was only one civilized way to settle it  - assign the HNT task to the worst bowler.

We all swaggered confidently to the counter to sign up for a lane and rent those ugly and disgusting shoes.

About the shoes....First, I am convinced that they make them so ugly so no one would even consider stealing them. Second, there is something very creepy about wearing the same pair of shoes that hundreds of other people have worn before.  It's a level of intimacy with perfect strangers that just isn't for me.  Of course, I can write about the details of my sexual encounters and share them with thousands of strangers, but that's completely different. Third, as ugly and as creepy as the shoes are, they give you a sense of belonging when you wear them. After I put mine on, I walked proudly to pick a ball, suddenly feeling like I was part of something greater than myself.  I was part of the great unwashed bowling masses.  And I was proud.

Oh,  I learned something I didn't know last night - that Cara has a strict sense of justice about shoe rules in a bowling alley.  We noticed several people at lanes around us who were not wearing the required ugly shoes. Who did those people think they were? Didn't they understand that wearing the ugly shoes was part of the bowler bonding experience?  If anyone opted out (which was against the rules), it made the rest of us just look like idiots wearing ugly shoes.  The magic of the bowling shoe experience requires that everyone participate. I was able to let it go because I needed to focus on not being last, but Cara couldn't let it go. She kept talking about it.  Then she walked by a few lanes giving the evil eye to the non-conformists. The she went up to the counter and reported them!  But that wasn't the worst part.  The worst part was that nothing happened.  Nothing changed. I chalked it up as a metaphor for the injustice in modern society.  Cara just got mad and focused her rage toward the pins.  That was not good for the rest of us.

Since we shared a photo of our hands from a previous night out, I thought it would be fun this time to share a different kind of photo. The photo on the left includes me, Daunt, and Cara (not in that order). See what I mean about the shoes?


We bowled three games and agreed that we would add the scores from all three games to determine the overall winner, and the loser who would be our HNT guy or gal for the week.

We were having a great time, but it wasn't going well for me.

During the third game, as depression was setting in, I got a text from JJ. After an explanation of where I was and what was going on:

Kat: I suck at bowling.

JJ: You can suck my balls anytime, Baby.

JJ always knows how to help me put things into perspective.

Here are the final rankings:

First place - Cara
Second Place - DauntlessD
Third Place - Beth
Loser - Kat

Uuuggghhhhhh. I'd skip HNT this week, but I think Cara would come after me if I did.

My favorite parts of the evening:

DauntlessD

1. Getting to gaze at Daunt's ass about 60 times when it was his turn without him knowing what I was doing.
2. Watching Cara go into Law and Order mode over the shoe criminals.
3. Stealing some glimpses of the hot guy bowling about 4 lanes away from us. I would have been all over that...except for his poor taste in shoes.
4. Watching Beth's eyes pop out over BruceD's photo. I love knowing I'm not the only woman who objectifies men.
5. Spending several hours with great friends.

I'm already looking forward to our next PWK Night Out.

Beth

PWK Night Out

Last night was a long time coming. We finally got the whole Prowling with Kat team together...in person!

We met at 5:00, right after work, for a nice dinner and drinks - me, DauntlessD, Cara, JJ, and our friend Beth.  This was the first time that DauntlessD and Cara had met in person (can you believe that?), so Cara was a bit nervous, and I suspect that DauntlessD was, too, but he's too smooth and cool to ever let on that he's anything other than perfectly calm.

I wasn't nervous at all because I knew everyone at the table.  I love these guys! As I looked around the table, it occurred to me - I've been naked in bed with two of these folks and I've seen three of them naked.  Isn't that a full house, or something? ;-)

Yes, we are a veritable mix and match crowd of sexual exploration.....except that two of us are already matched and our exploration with the others is primarily visual.

So, what would be the best way to help Cara relax?  Get her drunk, of course!  I asked the waitress (I guess the correct term now is "server") to bring a nice big iced, not blended (so she'd drink it faster) pomegranate margarita since that's what she wanted to try. Don't you just love those places that serve booze in the big water tumbler sized glasses?  A beer for Daunt and we were on our way to everyone loosing up for some fully clothed fun.

We talked about the news in the infidelity and sex  blogosphere. The very sad breakup with Meredith on a6y (yeah, we saw it coming a long time ago, but it's still sad). Yet another "break" coming up for Adam and Holly (and Cara and I brainstormed all the reasons why Adam should now come to California to see us!).  Is Riff really taking another long break?  Really? We talked about our current favorite blogs - Cara loves Pickles in My Ass. I'm in love with The Mind of a Married Man, The Accidental Philanderer, My One Wild Year, The Anatomies of a Marriage, and The Ashley Madison Adventures of a Regular Guy Gone Bad.

JJ slid into the booth next to me and it was all I could do not to snuggle up against him and kiss him.  We were in public so that was simply not possible.  Not only were we in public, but we were in a place where many people knew JJ, and many also knew that I am not his wife, so we had to stick to a strict hands off policy - except for the occasional legs rubbing together under the table or elbows touching. Each touch sent a little charge through me.  At one point, I almost just put my arm around him absentmindedly, but I stopped in time. Yes, there are times when being in hiding like this really sucks.

DauntlessD, Cara, and I have been planning to take an HNT photo together, but we just haven't had the time to get together to make it happen.  Maybe we'll manage to take care of that this summer. In the meantime, I thought it would be nice to have some kind of a photo that we could share with y'all, so we put our hands on the table and tried taking some pictures of our hands. The waitress...er...server...came over and asked what we were doing.

Kat:  We're taking pictures of our hands. (When in doubt, just tell the truth.  It's simple.)

Server:  Why? (Excellent question.  This gal was bright. Clearly, I wouldn't be able to fool her easily.)

Kat: So we can put a picture of our hands on our blog. (Again, the truth.)

Server: Really?  What kind of a blog is it? (Dauntless raises his eyebrow at me and smiles his incredibly sexy little amused smile. I know what he's thinking.  He's wondering how I'll get out of this one.)


Kat: It's a.....hand...blog.  (Yeah, I know I'm smooth.  Don't try this at home.)

At this point, Cara is stifling a laugh, DauntlessD is just shaking his head, and Beth has a look on her face that says, "Who are these people?" 

Server: (looking a bit incredulous) What's the blog address?  The URL?

I look to Daunt and Cara for help.  It's clear that I'm on my own.  Thanks.  Great friends you are. Daunt is giving me that "You got yourself into this mess..." look.

Kat:  Uh....I don't remember. (When in doubt, don't be afraid to look stupid.  It's even easier than the truth for some of us.)

The server just walked away. I thought that was a bit rude, but I was still glad.  I was out of scintillating conversation and plausible lies.

After 20+ tries (have you ever tried to get a group of people to agree on a picture?) we finally came up with a few pics we liked. So, here you go.....the very first pic of Kat, Cara, and Daunt together...

It was a fun evening.  Next time, we'll have to pick a more private setting. ;-)