Toothing - A Travel Pursuit

What is it with us Brit's and random, anonymous sexual liaisons?

First came dogging:

Dogging is a predominantly British activity that involves outdoor exhibitionism in car-parks, wooded areas and the like. The term dogging originated in the early Seventies to describe men who spied on couples having sex outdoors. These men would 'dog' the couples' every move in an effort to watch them. When the swinging scene discovered that open-air sex has its own special thrill they began meeting in car-parks, and the doggers found a new and rich supply of voyeuristic fun. Moreover, the doggers soon realised that these couples were actively encouraging them to watch, even performing for them, and sometimes allowing them to join in.

I must be naive; I thought that this kinky stuff was only going on in other peoples backyards. However, a quick search for local dogging venues returned 10 locations within an hours drive. Two of which are 5 minutes from my humble abode. I'm shocked!

I'm also a little peeved. In my pre-coupled days, rumpy hunting was a learned skill. We had to invest time and money in order to secure the odd friar tuck. Friday and Saturday nights existed exclusively for the purpose of identifying a possible mate, plying the suitable prey with alcohol and false promises and then paying for the taxi home. All without any guarantees. I always thought that the fairer sex had it pretty cushy; not only were they the beneficiaries during the wooing stages, they also got to call the shots at the final hurdle by deciding whether you should go home with a Cheshire grin and a spring in your step or nursing a pair of elephant balls and an empty wallet. If, like me, your conversion ratio never managed to get beyond 1:10, it became an expensive, tiresome, yet somewhat obligatory pastime. Nowadays, you can locate your nearest dogging spot on the net, jump in the car, do a little window shopping and then hop in to get off where you fancy. If your fine tune the timing, you could be back in the pub playing pool before happy hours finished. That's progress! I am, of course, only joking... My conversion ratio wasn't really that bad ;-)

Now, it would appear, technology, and in particular bluetooth, has aided the evolution of a new breed of anonymous shaggers, aka: Toothers:

'Toothing is a form of anonymous sex with strangers - usually on some form of transport or enclosed area such as a conference or training seminar. 'Toothers meet by first connecting suitable equipment - such as a modern phone or palmtop computer. Users 'discover' other computers or phones in the vicinity and then send a speculative message. The usual greeting is: 'Toothing?'.

If the other party is interested, messages are exchanged until a suitable location is agreed - usually a public toilet, although there are tales of more adventurous spots such as deserted carriages or staff areas. What happens next is up to you!

But what happens next if you arrive in the lavy for a quick rest-room rogering, only to find that the purveyor of all those titillating foreplay messages resembles a cart-horse in a mini-skirt or a gurning champion in a business suit (I'm trying hard not to be sexist here)? It must happen quite frequently, musn't it?

So, if you're into a bit of, no-ties, self-gratuitous humping, and you're not too fussed as to who it's with; here's the forum, here's the faq's, here's the blog and here's where you may need to go if you don't take note of this.