In the words of DLew's dad, Good Heavens...pull yourselves together!
Let's keep in mind the fact that I just spent an entire year getting played by a creep with no rival. Take a moment for the sake of science and Google "Desire Cancun." Ron took me there in July last year because he said he had been there many times (it was his post-season "release") and it was very nice (he did not tell me it was a swingers resort before we left). When we got there, I was not willing to "play." I think it is safe to say that he was deeply disappointed in me...completely uncoachable.
At some point I ended up with a drug in my drink (not making ANY accusations here), and locked myself in the bathroom for most of the night. Cried on the bathmat and then forgave Ron when he told me that he had no expectations that I would go along with the whole swinger lifestyle. (This story is all glamour, isn't it?)
After lots of work convincing me he was a true family man, he snuck away to the same depraved resort with another woman (one who, I am told, is very into such things). I will probably never have another day in my life that feels completely normal. Not whining, just reporting the facts.
So if we can skip anything creepy, that would make me feel less sad inside.