February 12, 2003 @ 11:18 p.m.
Valentine's Day

My libido came back. Rather spectacularly, actually. It started off with dreams - I dream a lot anyway, but they started to become rauchier and raunchier. My unconscious is an absolute hornbag. My favourite dream was the one where I was a Catholic schoolgirl possessed by Satan and sent to reform school (hello, my name is Rev and it is possible that I may have watched too much porn). The others were pretty interesting too, although it appears that I'm secretly obsessed with celebrities. They kept making appearances in all the dreams, sometimes sexually, sometimes not. In one dream, Christina Aguilera was my girlfriend (evidently not only am I obsessed, but I also have no taste).

After a couple of nights, the dreams continued to feature celebrities, but were no longer sexual. This came as something of relief when the celebrity of note one night turned out to be Michael Moore. Now, don't get me wrong, I think Michael Moore is great, but there's a difference between respecting somebody's work and wanting to cop a faceful of their DNA. Unless the somebody in question is Rocco Siffredi, I guess.

But all is now right with my sex drive. Last weekend saw me fornicating like a fornicator at a fornicatiathon, and also going to an 80th birthday party. The two events were not combined, incidentally.

What's everyone doing for Valentine's Day? More importantly, how does everyone feel about Valentine's Day? I've never really been into it that much, although that's changed somewhat since last year's Valentine's day - my friend Leah gave me chocolate and wine, and we went to a BDSM seminar together. It was rather nice.

Stuart and I are going away over the weekend, but before you roll your eyes and mutter darkly about how you didn't think I was that kind of girl, let me add that it has nothing to do with Valentine's Day and everything to do with it being the first weekend I'll have had off in a while, and the last one I'm probably likely to have for a fair amount of time. We shall be at the beach, which will involve me frolicking in a bikini and possibly getting harpooned by a short-sighted Japanese fisherman. Which would certainly put a bit of a dampener on things.

If we weren't going away, though, I might have made a bit of a fuss over the day. Only because I was thinking about it late last week, and I decided that my idea of a perfect Valentine's date (in fact, probably a perfect date full stop) would be a nice dinner at Amanda's Steak and Grill, followed by an evening of high culture - say, taking in the jelly wrestling at Kages on King. Perhaps next time. Possibly even my 21st. Or possibly some of my Melbourne-based male readers are looking for something special to surprise their partners with on Valentine's Day? You're most welcome to take up my suggestion if you're stuck for romantic Valentine's ideas of your own. Speaking as a woman myself, I can assure you that most women would be very, very surprised if their significant other took them out to a lingerie restaurant and a strip club for Valentine's Day.

If you do, let me know how it goes. Please note that I take no responsibility for any results of my suggestions, up to and including your sudden singledom, drinks thrown in your face, or your wife/girlfriend getting all inspired and deciding to become a lingerie waitress/stripper herself.

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