Boy Toy

Originally I was going to talk about sexy time, which is funny, but then I got an email from Boyfriend Skeet containing no less than EIGHT pictures of the present I bought him this week.

Let me tell you that I love this man more than words could possibly say - he's been my best friend for seven years. He's a 30 year old who looks all of 18, and he was absolutely desperate for a Star Trek toy. He's too sweet to spend the $30 on himself, so I finally dragged myself to Target and bought it for him two days ago.


It lights up.
It talks.
It makes siren-y noises.
It sits on a fully-adjustable stand and you can point it any way you want.

I'm an oddity, but not what you'd necessarily call a geek. This boy? Immediately starts posting pictures of the toy to his Facebook.


And for the last two days? Has he been at all obsessed with the toy, which he perched on it's stand on top of our water cooler in the smack middle of our one-room apartment so he can see it at all times? Does he adjust it on the stand every time he walks by so it will be facing just the right way in hyperspace (or whatever)?

So of course I've taken to moving it ever-so-slightly when he isn't looking, which brings on a flurry of ultra-concerned inquiries.
'Did you move it? You did, didn't you? Did you? Didn't you? Oh!'
Panties. In. A. Twist.
Cute, though.