Earlier this week, a friend threw a Passion Party, which is like a Tupperware party but with sex toys. Is that a great idea or what? I went to grad school with a Brit who said her friends threw Ann Summers parties all the time but this is the first I’ve heard of it in Boston. I was so curious—what kind of toys? Do we get to play with them? Did the hostess get a free gift for throwing the party? But the sad truth is that I didn’t go.
Full disclosure: the party was on a Monday night and Mondays are, well, hard. Also, the friend in question happens to be Lunchboy’s best friend’s girlfriend and the bottom is line is I just don’t want to know. I don’t want to know what her kinks are or what toys she buys or what orifices the toys are intended for. I don’t want to know these things for the same reason that I didn’t want to share a two-bedroom suite with them on a proposed B&B weekend in NH. Hello, proximity? You have to draw a line somewhere and this is where I’m drawing it.
I wouldn’t have cared if she knew what I bought, but the thought of her boyfriend finding out---that grossed me out. My group of college friends is pretty raunchy and we’re all very open with each other about that aspect of our lives, but this feels different. There’s a modicum of privacy that needs to be maintained when dealing with male friends of my significant other and if Lunchboy’s best friend knew whether my preference lies with the Rabbit Pearl or the magic bullet, then that privacy has gone poof.
I’m just saying. But the party still sounded like fun.
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Was it the thin walls in Ossipee that put you off to such close-quarters cohabitation?
But everyone is always so tactful about taking their naps.
Man, I haven't had a nap in a _long_ time.
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