I wish I was having sex.  And I don't necessarily mean right now.  I just mean in general. 

The other night, the girls and I found this WONDERFUL sex shop called the Wicked Chamber in Newport Beach.  It was chock full of toys and costumes and whips and wigs and... well, you get the idea.  And the owner and employees were a lot of fun.  They talked with you and helped you and showed you things... it was a great experience.

But, then there was the downside.  The girls I was with were each trying to decide what to buy to take back and use with the man in their life.  I, on the other hand, just looked in awe at all of the lovely products and realized that I had no use for any of them.

This is not to say that I was a boyfriend or husband like they have.  I don't.  But, some regular sex would be nice.  I mean, who wouldn't like to be a frequent customer at a place called the Wicked Chamber?