Man is it hot here today.
Speaking of hot, I have been invited to a Passion Party. (No links, I’ll let you look it up for yourself). But basically, it’s like a Tupperware or Pampered Chef type affair except the woman hosting it is actually hocking sex toys. I have a friend who has been to one before (and spent a good deal of money) so I may invite her along, IF I decide I want to go.
I’m not sure how I feel about losing my anonymity when buying said items. With the internet, no one knows that the brown box sitting on your porch in the afternoon contains all manner of lubrication and molded jelly things shaped like larger than life appendages. At a party, where women get together and are probably fed finger foods and soft drinks before being persuaded by a smooth talker into purchasing these ultra-necessary bedroom accouterments, it just seems to cross some sort of boundary. At the same time, I think it might be sort of funny to gawk at the women who are serious about buying that stuff right then and there; the ones who are trying to get their husbands to be more adventurous or who simply want to experiment themselves. I’ll keep you posted as to whether I attend or not. It’s on June 23rd.