When
I moved to Vancouver, I noticed immediately that there was a sex store a few
blocks away from my house. Naturally, I was dying to go in there. It’s called
Roxy’s and has many advertisements outside with messages such as, “We sell 50 Shades
of Grey merchandise,” and, “Your sexual health is our passion,” accompanied
with images of oiled up babes with super toned muscles. For weeks, I excitedly
imagined the kinds of amazing items I would find inside that would magically
bring a whole new level of sensations to my sex life. I giggled on the phone
with my friends, telling them surely I would find a time to go shop there soon.
I nagged at Jude to give me ideas of what kinds of taboo toys he would find
most appealing. I had several opportunities to go in, but always found a reason
not to. (To be fair, I never feel very sexy as I am lugging home a week’s worth
of groceries twenty blocks in a backpack, muttering curses to the Fancy People
driving their beautiful cars.)
After
weeks of talking a lot of talk, I decided it was time to start walking before I
lost all credibility. I chose the perfect time to go: when my sister was
visiting. It was Susannah’s first time in Vancouver so I used my superior
knowledge of directions (and the help of alcohol) to trick her into walking
right by Roxy’s before I announced we were going in. I dragged her
(unwillingly) towards Roxy’s full of confidence and sporting a strong buzz. As
we grew closer to the door, my big head was getting bigger by the second. All
my traditionally short-sighted inner voice could think was, “I’m doing this! I
am so proud of me! I am so cool! I am going to buy some naughty stuff, and
those sex-store workers are going to be so impressed by my confidence and
sexual awareness!” I practically skipped the last few feet to the door,
imagining isles of dimly lighted toys and gear that would blow my mind.
As
soon as we opened the door, the sharp sting of reality popped my self-involved
confidence bubble and it deflated in seconds flat. The store was not at all
what I had imagined. It was a completely opened space; everything was hung on
the walls (not in isles) so the only employee and any other customers could see
every single thing I might be looking at. The blue-toned lighting made me feel
immediately nauseous and dizzy. My fantasy of being the confident, naughty sex
kitten shriveled up and died at the sight of the small, open room. I could
practically see Sexy Sarah collapse in the center of the room, reaching out for
help, pathetically whimpering as she wilted away into dust and disappeared with
the passing breeze…and all that bitch left behind for me to work with was Shy
Sarah. The customer at the register and the cashier immediately looked over at
Susannah and me when the door opened. I felt like all the spot lights in the
world were following my every move as I darted over to the closest wall of
dildos muttering a feeble hello to the sex-people. I wished dearly I could just
bang my head against the wall, but all the walls were covered in sex paraphernalia
(NOOOO!). I wanted to turn every corner of my body in on itself until I was
just a little fuzzy lump on the floor, wheezing in horror. At least then the
sex-people might take pity on me instead of noticing how much of a wuss I was
suddenly becoming.
The
customer left almost immediately and Susannah and I were left alone with the
cashier in the very quiet shop. A sea of panic roared in my ears; I was sure I
couldn’t be the only one hearing it. I prayed my heavy breathing wouldn’t be
mistaken for sexual pleasure as I quickly (too quickly) darted past countless
dildos, vibrators, and pretty much nothing else until I reached the farthest
wall. I lingered there, knowing I had to buy something to save what little bit
of pride I had left. I stood staring at a few decks of sex-card-games, a
handful of butt plugs, and vibrators that connected to your mp3 player via
Bluetooth as Susannah DISCRETELY (as if) laughed at me.
“Okay,”
I thought, “just find the cheapest thing near you and get the hell out of here.”
My eyes darted around the wall in front of me looking for something in the ten
dollar range, but the only things I saw were in the thirty dollars or above
range (and there was no way I was forking over that kind of money for something
I was buying out of humiliation). Finally I saw a tag for $15, immediately
reached out, and started tugging on the package. To my horror, it did not budge
as I registered that every single item in the store was locked onto the walls
and I would have to get the sex-cashier to actually come pull anything I wanted
to purchase off the wall. It was too late to leave without buying something; I
was balls deep in shame and obviously trying to pick something up. I hung my
head, took a deep breath, and glanced over my shoulder at the sex-cashier.
“SHIT! He is staring RIGHT AT ME!” I thought whipping my head around to look in
sheer horror at my sister who was barely suppressing laughter.
“Could
you please help me with this, sir?” I managed to warble out. It wasn’t until he
was walking toward us, keys in hand, that I realized the item I was pointing at
was a butt plug. “WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST BUY A VIBRATOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?”
Shy Sarah shrieked in my mind, eyes rolling in her imaginary head. “BECAUSE
THEY’RE LIKE A MILLION DOLLARS YOU FREAK!” Normal Sarah retaliated.
The War of the
Sarah’s came to an abrupt halt as the sex-cashier said, “It’s kind of small,
don’t you think?”
Not knowing how to
even begin to respond to that kind of judgment on my butt, I stammered out,
“Thank you.” On the inside, I wondered if this could possibly get any worse as
my body betrayed me, flushing my every pigment in a shade of crimson defeat. I
numbly followed him to the register and stood quietly as he rang up my tiny
butt plug. I finally was getting a good look at him (because he wasn’t staring
at me for once), and I suddenly realized he looked exactly like Mike Meyers
except Asian, and I somehow felt even more uncomfortable. It was like Austin
Powers was selling me a butt plug and laughing at me for choosing the smallest
size. (Bitch, it’s the cheapest one!)
Desperate to make
some kind of a small recovery, I glanced frantically around the room for
something to start a conversation with. Apparently, the owners of Roxy’s spent
a lot more money on stocking their shelves and outdoor advertising than on
making the rest of the store look nice, because there was pretty much nothing
else going on in there except for a photo of a man that said, “WANTED: MAGAZINE THIEF.” As I swiped my debit card and tapped in my pin number, I said (super
smoothly), “I hope you catch your magazine thief.”
“What?” Asian
Austin Powers said. As I started drawing
myself a soaker-tub full of shame and regret to wallow in in my mind, he said,
“Oh, right. Yeah, that guy has been to every single one of our stores except
for this one.”
“Great,” I
thought, “there are more of these stores in the city I’ll have to avoid.”
“I guess it’s only
a matter of time before he shows up here, then,” Susannah said.
I gave her a wide
eyed look that I hoped said, “Bitch, don’t you dare try to keep this
conversation going! I will leave you in here!”
“Yeah, I hope I
catch him,” Asian Austin Powers said.
“Well, good luck!
Bye!” I yelled over my shoulder, dragging Susannah and my tiny butt plug out behind
me.
A few days later,
I passed Asian Austin Powers in the street and he gave me a curious look as I
darted down a side street to avoid him. We might have to move away if this
becomes a regular occurrence or I will probably melt the sidewalk with the
sheer heat of my blushing face. I guess the lesson I have learned is that I
should start shopping for naughty nifty’s on the internet since I clearly don’t
have the disposition to do it in person.
OMGosh!!! This is toooooooooo funny!!! I have never been in a sex store. Your descriptive words gave me a little peep show! Ha! No pun intended. Thanks for sharing!!!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness I'm dying of laughter, haha I hope everything works out though :) thanks of sharing the story!
ReplyDeleteI am so dien of laughter right now. I have been in a sex store it was quite boren and over priced.
ReplyDeleteThis is the best thing I have read all week! I am dying laughing. I just woke up my husband to read this to him!
ReplyDeletehahahah too fuunyy
ReplyDeleteLol, this is funny. I've walked into the stores too on wobbly knees. But I fake the funk and act like I am confident anyways.
ReplyDeleteHahhaa! I was laughing all the time reading this post. So funny! I have never been to sex store though! :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think you're the only one who reacted that way in a sex shop. I do feel bad that you had to go through the whole ordeal. It's quite a funny experience when you thin about it though. One that will keep you smiling for ages when you are reminded of it. Lol.
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