So, the fact of the matter is that I’m a sex and marriage blogger. I read, do research, test products, etc., etc. I suppose this means that sometimes I think about sex toys more than the average person. I guess. Just the other day, I said this on Twitter:
See, that’s where my mind goes when it’s idle. Better sex toy storage. I mean, my stuff is all hidden away from the kids and all, but geez, it would be nice to have it all in one spot. But as usual, I digress.
A large portion of this blog is reviewing. I mean, if you are going to drop significant money on a toy, I want it to be a toy you are going to love, not a $100 regret or a $20 safety hazard. And because I do so much reviewing and window shopping, sex toys are never very far from my mind. Sometimes, that’s distracting. Yesterday, it was very, very distracting.
I had an appointment for a teeth cleaning, and I swear the hygienist must have been a relative of Sweeny Todd. Lots of pain from this routine cleaning. My mouth hurt for hours. But again, not the point. I was sitting in the waiting room, just looking around, being bored, and thinking about how little interest I had in People and Redbook, when I saw it. On the front desk was a large glass statue. It looked very much like a giant one of these:
|Thanks to Beck (NSFW and often contains nudity) for lending me the visual aid pic.|
Do you know what that is? If you’ve not really a bedroom adventurer or frequent sex toy shopper like some people, you may not know what you’re looking at. I’ll tell you. That is a butt plug. It does exactly what it sounds like it does.
And my dentist had a giant one sitting on her desk.
I mean, of course it wasn’t actually a butt plug. It was just a large, glass statue that was hilariously shaped like a giant butt plug. So, I’m staring at the floor, thinking about just how inappropriate it would be if I started laughing. I’m sure pretty darn inappropriate. So, there I was, eyes on the floor and pretending that my dentist did not, in fact, have a giant glass butt plug on her desk.
Update: When I told my husband this story, he started laughing and said, “When I was there last week, I thought the same thing!” So…it’s not just me, then?