Saturday, September 01, 2007
The Good Old Days
Last night we had dinner at a colleague's house with several other friends from work. A lot of wine was consumed. My old roommate and her fiance were there, and as we got up to leave, he turned to me with a nostalgic smile and said, "Remember the time we spent an hour..."
"Talking about masturbation at the pub crawl?" I interjected, fondy.
"No, when we--"
"Walked home from the train station without your shirts on." My old roommate contributed, rolling her eyes.
"No," he insisted. "The time we went vibrator shopping online for her!" He triumphantly concluded, pointing at his fiancee.
"Ah yes," I nodded sagely. "I remember." ¶ 11:23 AM
"Talking about masturbation at the pub crawl?" I interjected, fondy.
"No, when we--"
"Walked home from the train station without your shirts on." My old roommate contributed, rolling her eyes.
"No," he insisted. "The time we went vibrator shopping online for her!" He triumphantly concluded, pointing at his fiancee.
"Ah yes," I nodded sagely. "I remember." ¶ 11:23 AM
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I can't believe this is not the most highly commented post evah! I'm going to demand that my many reader post their own vibrator story immediately!
I've never owned a proper one. I can tell you that an electric razor with the top popped off so that it's just a little vibrating piece of plastic can be fun for a young teen...
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: 3:27 PM
: 3:27 PM
You should be blogging about this! "MakeshiftVibrators.Blogspot.com." The folks at GoodVibes would be so pissed...
Well, he bought it for her, so I don't know. Although I remember them telling me something about a dolphin shape. Frankly, there are some things I don't need to know.
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