It's Valentine's Day. The first Valentine's Day in 4 or 5 years (?) that I've had a boyfriend. I've got the soft music playing, the candles lit, the glass of wine at my side, and a head filled with ideas about lubricants and vibrating rings. . .
. . .and while all this is true, I'm actually busy doing homework while drinking wine because I don't want it to turn to vinegar, and I'm researching feminine sexual aid products for a McClung's article that I'm working on. (Hence the commentary about lubricants and vibranting rings. Somehow, this term has turned into one long string of stories about sex. None of which were pitched by me--they were all assigned. Weird.) And I'm talking to Alex Dodd online about "The Secret." The sexiness and romance of Valentine's Day never ends.
I need to cut my toenails.
I watched not one, but TWO sappy movies on the couch while eating ice cream. Rachel brought over Bridget Jones' Diary, and the sequel for me. So I watched them both back to back while enjoying a box of tin lizzy cheesecake ice cream.ReplyDelete
A friend of mine is in the sex toy for women business; she also wrote a book on the subject. Although her web site just has the cover of her book as a placeholder at the moment.ReplyDelete
But check it out, maybe it'll be of use: safina.com