Real Kato Blog: Crossing The Line

There are some things I'm not sure I can do. Like water-skiing. And with some other things, if I were to do them, I'm not sure I could write about them.

Today I got an instant message from a married woman friend of mine. This was quite unexpected, because I've only spoken to this woman once in the last six months, and that was only because I happened to run into her outside the Six String Cafe. And even more unexpectedly, she invited me to go water-skiing with her and her husband this weekend.

Water-skiing?

Don't get me wrong; I'm glad she invited me. But it was just so out-of-the-blue. I immediately began to suspect that there was some hidden agenda, and the first thing that came to mind was: "three-way". (See what I have to put up with all day? These are the kinds of thoughts that continuously go through my head.) So I asked if anyone else was going, and she said, "no, it'll just be the three of us." Ah. Hmm.

I mean, it's odd, right? I don't know this woman very well. We've never really done anything social together. So it's hard to understand why she's inviting me, instead of someone closer to her, unless there's something specific about me that she wants. In other words: three-way.

Of course, whenever I've made assumptions like that in the past, the reality has involved less three-way and more Am-way. Boy, THAT leads to awkward misunderstandings. Imagine me coming out of a bathroom wearing nothing but my socks, and there's a shocked couple sitting at the dining room table, with a folder of information about Fabulous Products I Can Sell Out Of My Own Home! Okay, that didn't actually happen. But I always worry about situations like that, because I am neurotic and paranoid.

Anywho... now I'm really wondering about this. I think I have to accept the invitation, just to find out what it's about. Of course, I can't actually water-ski AT ALL. I mean, when I'm trying it, instead of "water-skiing", it ought to be called "water-being-dragged-behind-a-boat-on-your-face". But I'm going to go. I MUST know.

Gosh, what if it IS a three-way? I don't know if I could do it. I don't want to think of this woman as "fingercuffs". And I don't want to cross that gay line of having sex in the presence of another man, even if it didn't involve touching him. My existence is already ambiguous enough. Besides, if I did do it, I'd have to grow a mustache and get all kinds of robes and lotions, and I'd need a new bedspread and new curtains and I'd have to get thick carpeting and weirdo lighting. (*)

And finally, if something kinky were to happen, I don't know that I could actually write about it on this blog. That might be crossing the line. But now that I've said that, if I don't write about water-skiing on Monday, all my readers will just assume that something kinky did happen. Looks like I've painted myself into a corner here.

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Posted by Ken in: funnyhaha, life

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Comment #1 from Nicholas E (Guest)
2005 Jul 15 - 9:21 am : #

Men, always thinking about sex, aren't we?

Comment #2 from Phil (Guest)
2005 Jul 15 - 10:55 am : #

Don't freak, Ken!

From what little I know about water skiing, hosts often find it a challenge to find a third person to come along for a day of boating/drowning/sunburning. Three people are the minimum because you need a spotter. (and the mandatory post-skiing threesome) ;-)

Comment #3 from Bake Town (Guest)
2005 Jul 31 - 4:35 pm : #

So - did you go? How was it?

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