Guest blogger: How girls' night is the answer to getting your groove back.
Who would've thought: The cure for a boring sex life? A night with the girls!
Yes, it's true. I got the kids to bed, kissed my hubby goodbye, and headed over to my girlfriend's house--a living room jam packed with 20 women who were just happy to be out, and a "passion party" consultant looking to make some extra cash. To be perfectly honest, the idea of child-free appetizers and a margarita was enough to get me to show up. I had no intention of pulling out the checkbook.
Back in our parents' day, it was Tupperware parties that got moms buzzing. But now, moms need more than plastic containers to get them going, apparently. According to Passionparties.com, at least 10,000 passion parties are held nationally each month. Momlogic sexpert Julie Taylor, author of How to Be a Dominant Diva, told me these parties are a great way to expose everyday moms like me to passion props we're often just too embarrassed to go buy on our own. When exposed to these "toys" in a welcoming environment among friends, they become way more inviting and less intimidating. I promised to give her full details of the party upon my return.
The evening started with some mild girl talk, along with a presentation of products that promised to ignite the spark in the bedroom--lotions, candles and massagers of all shapes, sizes and scents--and those guaranteed to
strengthen my girl parts. Frankly, I could buy all of those "romance" items at my local Bed, Bath and Beyond and I didn't need props to do my kegels. At that point, I was underwhelmed, and my curiosity was less than piqued. But hey, I'll take another margarita!
Soon, the games began, prizes were awarded and the big guns--and by big, I mean BIG--were pulled out. You could feel the energy change in the room. From self-serve toys to kinky accessories, the idea of having sex with my husband was definitely getting more interesting--even a bit exciting. When the questionaire was pulled out to determine who's had the juiciest sexual past--I actually won! (I'm not sure if that makes me interesting or just a reformed slut.)
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Despite my earlier vow not to buy anything, I just couldn't resist. (And my husband was strangely OK during these budgeting times that I spent a little extra cash.) Then, I put my checkbook back in my purse, grabbed my parting gift--who doesn't love instant gratification?--and headed home to my man. While any other night after 11 p.m. means me crawling under the covers hoping for a full night's sleep--our night was just getting started.
I was exhausted the next day. But oh-so-very happy.