too much information

As I was describing the expected itinerary of my just-finished trip to the Bay Area last week (oral assessment, much visiting of friends, pirate shop @ 826 Valencia, Good Vibrations, maybe some dinosaur bones), a friend asked if I could buy her birthday present at Good Vibrations. And so I did. . .

It was very strange walking around the store, testing vibrators on my hand, speculating as to what would give her the most pleasure. Before this experience, I couldn't imagine buying a vibrator for someone else . I still would never want someone else to pick out one for me. While I want all of my friends to be sexually fulfilled, I want minimal information on the mechanics of their masturbation. And with this friend, I no longer have that option. I know exactly what her new vibrator looks like, how it works, etc. etc. etc. . . . She offered to give me details on its performance; I told her a thumbs up or thumbs down would suffice.

. . . I definitely get karma points for being a good friend.