Tooling around.

It's always startling when I discover my readership is less modest in size than I had previously believed. It's a bit like dancing naked in your living room singing along with the stereo blasting out "Talk Dirty to Me" only to realize that not only are the drapes not closed, but the neighbors who had been innocently conducting a yard sale, are now hawking tickets and seating for the spectacle.

Don't know if I should dive for my pants or wave and do an encore to "Same ol' Situation."

Either way, I wind up with rugburn.

Today I discovered Girl Tools and apparently, I've made a favorable impression on one of their reviewers, Roxxie. Discoveries like that can really make my night.

They left an impression on me as well. Not only do they write articulate "after-action reports" on the toys they investigate, but they are also willing to doff clothing and allow the viewer to assess the efficacy of the toy in action. Judge the orgasms for yourself. Gain tips or inspiration to get the best out of your own experiences. It makes for a solid, visceral web resource.

Besides, anything that could set legions of slavering women howling at my doors to buy out every last toy and bottle of lube can't be a bad thing.

Actually I take that back. Ever see women at a male strip club? I'd be lucky to escape with my wits and questionable virtue intact if I get female customers even half that worked up. Fortunately, I am not above using aesthetically pleasing, yet slower witted coworkers as human shields and/or distraction.

Ah who am I kidding? It would be worth it for the sales.

Bring 'em on!