Toy Meets Girl

Being in the same room with Rider Strong and ending the night with a vibrator -- that was pretty much my fantasy at age 13. (Well, except for the vibrator...maybe just some hand holding or some heavy petting...) But tonight I had that, and all I could think about was how Rider was so far away from where I was 12 years ago. So when I left the launch party for a new book (with memoirs about the upscale sex industry in LA) -- and was then handed a goodie bag with a vibrator -- all I could think about was how unstarstruck I had been (and how weird it was to get a vibrator as a parting gift).

I mean, I could've been the president of the Rider Strong fan club during middle school. Now, though, nothing. Much like the thank-you-for-coming toy that I got, my uninfatuation with Rider was evidence that I've apparently matured -- or at least changed. Gone are the days of my crushing on long-haired rebellious types. Gone are the days of lusting after a teen heartthrob. Gone are the days of getting caught up in the leather-jacket-wearing guy. Gone are the days of getting a Barbie Doll as a parting party gift.

But then, I crawled into bed (without even wondering what it would be like to snuggle with him under the covers) and saw my childhood teddy bear on the center of my bed. It's been with me for 25 years. Maybe I haven't matured that much after all.