January 22, 2014
I got my first decent vibrator when I was a sophomore in college. My boyfriend at the time was going on a three-month surf trip from San Diego to Panama and gave it to me as a going away gift. It was actually one of the sweetest (and most useful) gifts any boyfriend has ever given me. I loved it so much that I would use it whenever I started missing him or when he would call for five blurry long distance minutes of phone sex. I loved my Magic Wand and kept it in a special box under my bed for easy access. In fact I loved it so much I couldn’t go to sleep without it! I was working at a bagel shop at the time and would get up super early every morning. One afternoon I came home all ready to get off and walked in on a horrible scene:
My vibe was broken in half with bite marks all over it and was laying in the middle of my living room floor.
Apparently my roommate had hooked up with our neighbor the night before and he brought over his dog. When his dog realized he wasn’t going to be the center of attention, he decided to go exploring in my room and found my special box. I was livid and super embarrassed but that didn’t stop me from confronting my roommate who was even more embarrassed about the situation. She ended up forcing the guy to go to the Hustler store and get me a new one. He never brought his dog over again after that!