Monday, June 1, 2009

Light my fire

Okay, now that I have you over here let me start by saying that there will be no salacious details shared with regards to DMD's martial relations and any attempts to increase the quality or quantity thereof...

So, now that that is out of the way...remember that little trip to Las Vegas that Rob and I took over the Easter weekend?

Well, the thing is, we needed that trip.

It wasn't perfect timing, falling as it did, just four weeks after the death of his mom and smack dab in the middle of trying to sell our house.

But after the difficulties of the last year or two, we needed an opportunity to reconnect and try and restart some of the passion and excitement that marked our earlier years together. Because while passion and excitement obviously waxes and wanes over the years, I think it's also what gets you through the rough spots.

So, when Eden Fantasys offered me an opportunity to test drive one of its adults-only Romantic Gift Sets I jumped at the chance to take one along to Vegas in hopes that it would be a fun way to re-light our...ahem...spark.

And it was.

But not so much because of the actual contents of the kit. Most of what it contained isn't exactly stuff I would want to spend money on: the candles were meh, the rose petals were hokey, the champagne glasses (one had broken in transit) were plastic and cheap and the massage oil was, well, typical massage oil - kinda fun but also kinda smelly and really messy.

But using the kit was fun because it made us laugh a little and it made us make an effort and really - no matter what kind of sundry devices and toys you manage to whip out - most of the time a few laughs and a bit of effort are all an otherwise loving couple really needs to reconnect.

Though a hot heart doesn't hurt!

What's a hot heart, you ask?

This, my friends, is a hot heart.

While I know that picture doesn't exactly inspire lustful thoughts, the hot heart was included in our package and it was really cool and I actually, kinda, sorta, fell a little bit in love with it!

It is a soft, plastic heart-shaped massager filled with gooey stuff that heats up in a most delightful fashion when you rub it on the body.

The hot heart, my friends, is hawt.

And also apparently reusable. Although we have yet to break it out again since our return from Vegas, just the prospect of one day getting another massage from the hawt, hot heart has a tendency to make this diva feel a whole lot more loving in general.

And that's all I'm gonna say about that.


Jenn said...

Those hot heart massagers are awesome. You just put it in boiling water for about 6 minutes, and you can use it again when it's back to room temperature. I know it's not nearly as sexy, but they're also fabulous if you have cramps, or sore muscles!

Unknown said...

LOL! Thanks for posting this. Brought back some funny memories of way back when! Reminds me of a particular store in Toronto that you may or may not have heard of. The Condom Shack on Queen Street in Toronto was fun to just browse around in.

Beck said...

This whole review made me giggle. It sounds like you guys had a fun time.

Karen MEG said...

You had me at "massager" LOL!

Very cute, glad you had a good time in Vegas. What stays in Vegas... :)