At 1 a.m. on a Friday night, I stood in the personal care aisle of Wal-Mart.
Obviously, I was drunk.
Beside me, my friend Bob rummaged through a shelf of personal massagers — undulating nylon mats and giant, thumping devices that could clock someone — in search of an item he'd dubbed "the Cadillac of vibrators."
"They're out," said Bob, his body half-buried in scattered boxes. "But this might work."
"This?" I turned the white box over in my hand. "It looks like a hand mixer."
He sighed. "This is more like the Grand Am of vibrators. The Ford Escort of vibrators."
"How does it even work?" I asked.
Bob gave me a look. He'd taken me this far. From here, I was on my own.
Earlier that night, Bob and I had been in a smoky dive, drinking pitchers of lager and admitting things we shouldn't have. Like the number of people we'd slept with, and when, and how, and why.
I made the more-than-slightly-
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We weren't lovers; we were beer buddies who reveled in this kind of conversational striptease. Inevitably, though, it went a smidge too far, like the time Bob told me his testicles were unusually large. Or the time, that night, when I made the more-than-slightly-
Bob was incredulous. "Never, ever?"
I shook my head and lit a cigarette.
"Don't you have a vibrator?"
"Keep it down!" I said, squirming in my seat.
"Why are you freaking out?" asked Bob. "There's nothing wrong with having a vibrator."
"Stop saying that so loud," I whispered.
"What, vibrator? What's wrong with you?" asked Bob.
I wasn't sure. But I was beginning to suspect that — despite a lifetime of pretending otherwise — I was a bit of a prude.
And therein lay the problem. By age seventeen, I had swallowed so many movie fantasies about what sex was supposed to look like — torso arched in ecstasy, toes curled comically — that I didn't bother to ask how it was supposed to feel. And it felt . . . okay. But there was no white-hot ecstasy, no explosion of bliss. My boyfriend was incredibly attentive, valiant when it came to my pleasure, and so, not wanting to disappoint him, I did exactly what they do in the movies.
I faked it.
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