Posted By Jeff on February 14, 2009
The first answer: A maid and a day off. A mom’s answer.
If I lived in San Francisco, which I don’t, I think I’d be last-minute cruising Sex SF: The Guardian’s Local Sex-Positive Blog for ideas for me and the SMC. She’s teaching a felting workshop today … I have about four hours to come up with something besides a red rose, candles, a swell dinner, a body massage and a “this-is-all-about-you” fucking. You’d think with the sort of reputation that this part of western Massachusetts has — for being sort of like San Francisco only with more lesbians — that there would be some great Valentine’s Day shenanigans in which to publicly participate. But either we don’t know the right people or the reputation is undeserved. It is New England here, and winter. We’re still a little frosty and reserved and Puritan, overall.
But maybe it is not too late to get a reservation at East Heaven Hot Tubs.
Anyone have any better ideas? I know, it’s kind of late. But it’s not too early to start thinkin’ about 2010, I reckon.
I’m tempted to segue into a new sex trend I just found out about from an old friend in San Francisco, involving the involuntary watching of porn, but I think that deserves better than to be a frisson on this post … I’ll take that up on Monday morning, maybe.