Fancy meeting you here

Interesting test of kinky etiquette last month. We were in Coffee, Cake and Kink – which regular readers will know to be our favourite London hangout…

…when I spied a familiar face. A very familiar face: a good friend who I know through work.

Haron’s copy of Debrett’s Etiquette for Girls sadly lacks counsel on the protocol to follow in such circumstances. But what to do?

Now CCK is a relatively tame place: the emphasis is on the C & C, enjoyed by kinky and open-minded people, rather than on the actual practice of pervery. But, inevitably, some customers may not want to flaunt their real names and work-related identities. (Hey, we’re fairly open here, but I don’t link to my work website, do I?)

So, “Hello, —–” was out of the question, and we studiously passed by – before swapping giggly text messages a couple of hours later, starting with my:

Either you have a doppelganger in London, or you have very good taste in coffee and cake!

By coincidence, she and I had arranged to have dinner two nights later. It turns out that neither of us would have minded a conversation at all, but better no doubt to be safe than sorry.