Toy Shopping

Sometimes, it’s best to keep your mind off the thing you want to be thinking about and on the thing you have to do—like work.  I’ve been tormented and struggling with this concept for weeks now.  However, I’m back in the groove and punched out 49 pages of procedural manual today.  Scintillating, I know.

Then, when I got home, I did a little online shopping at my favorite “toy” store, Good Vibrations.  Here’s a picture of my pal Chris (Red Hog Diary) and I at the “toy” store while he was visiting last month (we wanted to give him a well-rounded tour of the finest San Francisco had to offer).  To many women, this is a very important, and very necessary resource, and knowing who has the best stuff is paramount.

“Oh, this one isn’t the right frequency,” as I raised it into the air, shaking it with contempt.

“But, this one, it’s great…I call it Champ,” she sighed.

“I was disappointed in this one,” she lamented, shaking her head.

“This one is the best…plenty of power,” I opined thoughtfully.

My friend Viv and I fondled the goods, picked them up, made recommendations, and discussed the merits of each product as Chris’s burnished tan turned waxen and pale before our very eyes.  We were very grateful he didn’t faint on the floor of the store…that would have been tough to explain to his lovely wife.  We can’t be seen as totally bad influences, after all.  Hopefully, he will take the advice of two seasoned shoppers and make successful choices on his next such trip!

Apparently, my keeping my mind on work just failed miserably.

Carrie:  I’m not going to replace a man with some battery-operated device.

Miranda:  You haven’t met THE RABBIT.

Samantha:  Oh, come on, if you’re going to get a vibrator, at least get one called, THE HORSE.

~ Sex in the City Girls

 Published on: Aug 15, 2006