I arrived at the munch about 15 minutes early, I blame my parents for raising me to always be early, and decided to go to the ATM to get some cash. I walked over to the ATM, which was behind a locked door, and I stuck my ATM card into the slot to unlock the door and, nothing. I pulled the door handle a couple times and still nothing. At this point I started to panic a bit as a woman came up behind me. She noticed my frustration and offered to help. She practically pushed me aside, in a typical Boston way, and tried to stick her card into the slot, where mine was, and proceeded to push it further in to an almost unreachable depth. When she noticed what was really going on she apologized, wished me good luck and left.
I immediately went to find the nearest person of authority, who ended up being a cop, and asked him to give me a hand. He told me he might have something to help and I went back to the door. As I was standing there waiting for the cop, I noticed a small washer on the ground. "Sweet!" I thought to myself. I picked up the washer and was able to pry my ATM card out of the slot. I motioned to the cop that I got it and went over to the restaurant.
I was actually more nervous at home thinking about this night then I was when I walked into the restaurant. I walked up to the hostess and said I was part of a big group at 7pm. They said they had a few groups there that night and asked me if I knew the one person sitting alone at the table. Quickly I made up the excuse that I didn't know everyone who was going tonight and he said I could go ask if he was in my group. Now in high school I never would have done that; I was way to nervous to ever approach someone I didn't know, especially about such a sensitive subject. So I walked over and asked him if he was part of the much and he said yes.
We sat and talked for about ten minutes before everyone else showed up and the festivities started. I say this in the kindest way, but that was one unique bunch of people. They were all extremely nice and very welcoming. I did feel a bit left out at times since they all have known each other for months or years, but that's to be expected. When all was said and done, I left there with a sense of acceptance. I felt like I belonged with this group and that they accepted me for who I am. I have never felt 100% accepted before and it's something I never thought I would feel.
If you have never been to a munch before please look them up. Find a munch near you and just go, you will not regret it! For me, this was not only the first much I ever attended, but it was also the first time I even met a fellow fetishist in person. When I got home my wife said I looked happy and I owe that to the those people I met last night. Hanging out with like minded people, if even for two short hours, was a great experience that I didn't want to end. But all good things musty come to an end, so until next time!