Swinging is like a double date, except you are dating more than one person.

There are different types of couples who swing: some who make it a lifestyle, some who make it a hobby and some who are looking to build lifelong friendships. Like dating monogamously, it's hard to find a perfect match - but try finding a match between four people. Many things go wrong.

Our first meet almost scared me into never "dating" again. It was a bad date without a friend to call with an "emergency," which gives you a quick and safe exit.

I am usually the one who does the searching, chats with the couple and plans the meet. Every girl can relate to falling for the hottest guy in school, only to realize he isn't Prince Charming. Clicking on a picture of perfectly sculpted washboard abs and a body that spent countless hours at the gym, I too became the girl who fell for the stereotypical hot guy. The girlfriend only enhanced my excitement. She had long brown hair that flowed perfectly in the wind. I wondered how she captured that in a picture.

Later we found out it took professionals to capture that kind of beauty in a photo, professionals who worked for Men's and Women's Fitness magazine. The couple we were to meet were definitely not the people in the pictures.

After Kevin took some pre-meeting Bacardi 151 shots, his vision was clearly blurred. Needless to say, he was in no shape to drive. Somehow the couple tricked us into staying in their hotel room by saying there was no pressure. Maybe some of this could have been foreseen if we had read the signs. First, he pulled Kevin aside and said he had a problem - his girlfriend would not touch him until Kevin had sex with her.

After getting back to the room, the couple took different directions: each to separate beds in the two-bedroom hotel room . . . clearly not what we had in mind! After trying to clarify our intentions, we thought we were on the right path. We wanted to try having sex in front of people, but they took it more as an invite.

Well, they did watch us, but they didn't touch each other once. They then jumped into our bed. They finally touched each other, but both of them had their eyes on the prize.

"Mr. No Abs," as I nicknamed him, felt he would make a move by placing Kevin's hand on his girlfriend's body. Kevin pulled away. Mr. No Abs found this offensive and, apparently, so did his girlfriend. She started to cry, and Mr. No Abs put his shoes on and told us he was going to find another couple. His girlfriend was crying because she didn't feel sexy, all because my boyfriend did not want to have sex with her.

Words were exchanged, and we made an exit by taking their unneeded variety sample pack of 100 condoms and throwing it off the balcony. Since then I knew there was no other experience crazier than being in the swinger lifestyle.

Like after every bad date, I swore off dating, evaluated what went wrong and eventually decided to give it another try. The search went on.

A social is a private party at a local bar or club for swingers. Being a couple with above-average partying skills, we put that priority at the top of our list, so we stayed until it closed.

We found out that our weakness is getting too drunk and needing a place to stay. We got invited to an orgy room, drank their Grey Goose and became directors of our own live porn. We weren't getting involved, as we are very picky when it comes to couples.

Being a good-looking, young, fun couple, we were gold. We got invited to two orgies that night, and, on the way to the second one, we ran into an older southern couple with a true "MILF" and a business-type husband. Once again, no pressure.

We found out he was a salesman, a successful one at that, and his persuasion techniques took us straight to the bedroom.

That Grey Goose kicked in, and Kevi