Neighbors

As soon as I finished dinner tonight my doorbell rang. It was my neighbor. He had an invitation for me. To a couples Passion party this Saturday. This neighbor moved in less than a year ago. I don't know him (or anyone else in that house) very well. Certainly not well enough that I feel comfortable attending a Passion Party. Especially a couples Passion Party. I don't think I know any of my friends well enough for a couples passion party!

Here's the invitation. I erased the name, address and phone numbers. But let me know if you want to attend. I'd be happy to pass your info along. Oh, and he included his cell phone too. Ya know, in case there was a couples passion emergency and you needed to reach him right away.

So who wants to attend?
Can you imagine?
Attending one of these parties?
In mixed company?
With your neighbors?
As you browse through the catalog you hear the couple next to you, "Hey honey that's like the one we got last time. This time let's order an extra large."

OMG. I really didn't know what to say to this guy. I felt dumb. I said, "so this isn't for kids?" He nodded. "Well, I don't think I can find a babysitter."