So, I made the mistake of announcing on Facebook that we'd booked our flights to Cancun for next February. (Join Marilyn and I in Desire with the Sex is Fun Group!) And, so quickly that I'm shocked I didn't realize that this might happen, I got several “where are you staying?”s from friends, family, my father. Hmmm. My parents are big believers in vacation, and have been to pretty much ever major resort area in this hemisphere (and many in Europe as well) so the question was not only not a surprise, it was a forehead slapping sonuvabitch!
So, to say we're going to Desire. Well, Desire's website shows, if not that it's the much ballyhooed “Sandals for swingers” that it's at least an “adult” resort with plenty of nudity, and implies the rest. So I certainly couldn't just say we were going there without a follow up questioning after my parents had perused the website of our accommodations. And then there'd likely follow a discussion. The kind of discussion we are certainly not ready to be having with our parents. (The kind of discussion that leads to, say, pseudonyms on websites.)
So I ignored the questioning, changed my Facebook status, and hoped it'd just sort of go away.
It didn't. At dinner with my parents it came up again. So, in a moment of madness slash brilliance, I announced we're staying with friends at their timeshare. Its funny, because we do have lifestyle friends with a timeshare in Cancun. How unnecessarily truthful did this lie become? Well, even mentioning their names. But I didn't have answers to “Which resort is it at?” “Is it in Cancun itself or on the outskirts?” “Is it on the beach?”
I guessed and bluffed my way through these, ultimately coming down on the side of “I didn't ask, we just wanted to get away.” Then my parents regailed us with stories of their trips to Cancun, seeing the Chichen Itza, snorkeling. I didn't have the heart to tell them that, while I'd love to climb the ruins, and snorkle, this trip was about being naked in the sun with sex positive folks. And hopefully some sex. Well, lots of sex. All that sex that we DIDN'T have on the beach at Sandals in Jamaica because we were still a month and a half from being sexually liberated swingers and the conversation had not yet been had!
I mean, I figure there's always time to ACTUALLY join our friends at their time share in Cancun and visit the Chichen Itza.
Marilyn and I locked eyes and she winked at me as my father tried to recall the all inclusive resort they snorkled near but weren't allowed on the grounds of which may or may not have been The Playboy Club. (It was actually Club Med according to a later text from my father. Yes, my father texts.) Then followed a lengthy discussion of whether or not Playboy had all inclusive resorts. (They didn't.) And about the Playboy Club in Chicago, and how my parents apparently visited there occasionally before it closed.
It was certainly the longest conversation I've ever had with my parents that included the brand Playboy and wasn't about something being found in my bedroom. Though, those conversations were usually short and to the point.
But, more on point, it made me wonder if I shouldn't have mentioned Cancun at all. Or if I should've specified a resort that we might be staying at. Or if I should've just let my balls hang out there and say Desire and see where that lead. (likely a “why would you go there?” from my mother) I mean, I wouldn't say that it's swinger related, or out us, just that it's an adult resort, and people go to adult resorts.
What do you guys think? Where do you say you're going when you're heading on a hedonistic journey? Do you tell family? Friends? Or do you have the good sense to just keep your mouth shut…