It Was The Worst Of Times….
September 5, 1977 was a Monday; Labor Day Monday. I was alive at that point, an 11 year old suburban kid, getting ready to start I’d guess 6th grade. Relatively quiet day in history from the perspective we have today, at some point down the road, it may well end up being remembered as one of the most significant days in the history of Earth.
Voyager 1 was launched on that day. 48 years, 3 months and 4 days ago as I write this.
Voyager is a NASA space probe that was designed to study the outer solar system and interstellar space. As of right now, it’s still operating and has reached interstellar space, the only piece of humanity so far to do so. Voyager carries a recorded disk with various images and sounds from Earth, a greeting as it were should some intelligent life happen upon It. Beethoven and Chuck Berry are included on the disk.
Distances are easy to measure with time. Miles Per Hour is a great example. Space is too big for that however. Space uses the speed of light to measure distance. The speed of light is appx 186,282 miles per second; put another way more than 7 laps around the equator per second. It’s fast. Voyager at this point is 1 light day from earth; the distance covered by something moving at the speed of light in one day….it’s a way’s out there.
I’m re-watching the original Star Trek, no real reason, other than to do it. It’s a trip for sure, close to peak mid 20th century culture, heavy doses of misogyny and the patriarchy is in full bloom.
There was a throwaway line in maybe S1E15 or 16 that mentions The Enterprise taking an 8 light year detour between destinations. An 8 light year detour. 8 light years. Clearly Star Trek is fiction, what’s not fiction is that there are an infinite number of objects in space that are 8 light years apart. 8 light years in space is probably shorter than the distance my left pointer finger moved to type the letter “r” just now.
We as a species launched a probe in September of 1977 that’s one light day from earth. Multiply that light day by 2922 to get 8 light years. Put another way, it will take voyager another 140K Calender years to make 8 light years of distance.
This reminded me that we each are at the same time existentially small, and the only thing in the universe. How we choose to interact with the world around us is at the same time colored by our past and shaping our future. From that POV, why be an asshole? Why not be as decent a human as you can be in a given moment? There’s no grand score card, no gold stars to be awarded, it doesn’t cost anything. Be a decent human. Relax and enjoy the ride. Don’t ghost; show up, good things can (and do) happen.
Mick is the latest proof that the simple act of showing up can open doors to great things.
He reached out to us on Reddit, struck up a conversation with me and we hit it off. It was pretty clear what side of the hotwife / cuckolding continuum he’s on, and it’s equally clear where I land. It was interesting in that beyond a broad stroke what does your dynamic look like, we didn’t talk about sex. Didn’t need to.
That’s a reliably good indicator to me. The guys who can’t get their little heads out of the way and are all about positions and body parts all the time, I steer clear of…..well, I try to.
Myron, was another guy who reached out over the last month and wasn’t quite the same. We hit it off all right I suppose, more to the point he caught me in a horned-up period and in what can’t be considered a shock, my judgment and filters kindof fall by the wayside during horny horny phases. At any rate he ticked enough boxes that I talked to Kate about him, and she was interested as well. They started talking, a plan took shape to do a meet and greet that weekend, 4-5 days away at that point.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before, but he went silent. Disappeared from SLS, messages that Kate sent him went unread. After a couple days of this, we moved on. The postscript is that he reached out a few days after the planned meet to say that he was in the hospital and just got his phone back. That may well have been the case, but it didn’t get past either of our bullshit detectors. Onward and upward.
Both Kate and I agreed that Mick’s vibe was different from the get-go. Conversation flowed easily, wasn’t forced, and didn’t drop into the 20 question almost TV cop style interrogation mode. Think Jack Webb as Detective Joe Friday in the OG “Dragnet”. Interesting that a second reference from a TV show I remember clearly from re-run’s in the 70’s has made it to this post.
We made a plan for a meet and greet, and despite the fairly significant time and distance commitment on all of our parts (Mick’s an NYC guy and we met in the middle, 90 minutes or so drive each way) and we were not surprised at all to find he beat us to the restaurant and was waiting for us.
The three of us, all being on board, decided that a more intimate meeting should take place. After a couple days of schedule de-conflicting, a plan was made for us to host Mick at Casa Da Sam & Kate. Again, in not much of a surprise, he showed up. The surprise came after the requisite 10 minute neurotic love fest greeting given to all humans by Clifford The Wonder Dog and Billie The Wonder Puppy. Mick took the bull by the horns very quickly after we settled into the living room.
It can be awkward the first time with someone new. Mick read the room and made his move after maybe 5 minutes of jabber jaw. Kate’s decidedly sexy, easy on the eyes; intoxicatingly inviting and available in these moments. Despite that, some guys are hesitant and very timid. Not Mick. From the cuck side of the street, I don’t know if there’s anything else quite like seeing the first kiss and initial exploration, all the more so when it’s in your living room.
The rest of the night is a blur. Sifu, if you’ve made the jump from Medium to the website with us, you’ll doubtless be delighted to know that I stayed fully clothed for duration of the evenings sexual chicanery. Fully clothed perhaps, but decidedly not uninvolved.
Fast forward to Sunday early afternoon. We had a great breakfast together, and after a comfortable amount of time hanging out, Mick headed back to the city. Not long after, Kate was on the phone with our platonic buddy Ellie. Ellie, in case you’ve forgotten, is our slutty friend who’s gone to a couple of hotel and house parties with us.
Ellie and Kate have a complex relationship, part of that is the disarmingly plain spoken way they talk about each other’s sexual adventures. It’s a trip to hear some of their conversations. Early on in this talk, Ellie asked Kate how it went last night, “He exceeded expectations” was the response. In Kate and Ellie speak, this translates to “holyfuckingshit, was that a great night!!!”
Chris is another guy who showed up. He reached out, shit, 18 months or so ago, via this very blog. He sent an email and asked a great question or two. Turned out he’s local-ish so we agreed to meet for a coffee. Coffee went great and I wanna say within the next week he and Kate got together and started their relationship.
Kate spent the night with Chris earlier this week.
Who’s to say how it’s going to go with Mick; Chris has been involved with me and Kate for a good while now. Clear as a bell that Myron didn’t get to first base. I’m pretty sure Chris, and probably Mick, would say that while the sex is on point, it’s the connection that’s the important part. IF you flake, you loose all chance for either.
I’m going to try to get the cadence up a bit here, I’m not a fan of where it’s been. IDK if we’ll get back to a weekly post, I’d be happy with every 10 days – 2 weeks.
Kate and I want to wish you all the Merriest of Christmas’s, and the happiest of any holiday you celebrate this time of the year.
Thanks for reading!! Be kind to yourself and others,
Sam & Kate
(PS….I got really arcane with title of this post and the pic. In case ya missed it, that’s Scrooge and the ghost of I think Christmas past from the best version of A Christmas Carol ever made. That lead down a Charles Dickens rabbit hole, which lead to the title.)
Sam and Kate 
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