About a month back, I had been told that I would receive subscriptions for two magazines. One, I had to pay for (ESPN Magazine), and the other one would be free. So for my second magazine I choose Playboy magazine. Now when men subscribe to Playboy magazine, it isn't simply to look at naked women. Most of the poses that the women hit in Playboy are relatively tame, and there's nothing racy or raunchy in there. Plus the articles in there are excellent, the stories (which can be racy) are interesting, and the feature stories are longer than you'd see in most magazines. To tell you the truth, I had forgotten that I ordered Playboy, until yesterday when I checked my mail and saw a wrapped magazine with Mariah Carey on the cover

Now much to my chagrin, Mariah was not nude in there, but she was scantily clad, which was more than enough to make my nature rise. While I cooked salmon and asparagus(the dinner of champions) I read that magazine from cover to cover and I was thoroughly entertained. The articles entertained, the pictures were mildly arousing, and I now know that if I ever have problems in the romance department, there are countless Playboy-sponsored tutorial videos to rescue me. Now while I was sitting there reading the magazine, I thought that it would be fascinating to see how folks around me would react if I took my act on the road, and read this on the train. I know people have access to all kind of dirty movies in the privacy of their own home, but I still think the sight of a grown man reading Playboy might cause a reaction. I tried it this morning, but the trains were empty due to the inclement weather. I shall try again on the way home.

And speaking of the weather, it is actually pretty bad out there, but not bad enough for the federal govt to close. Only a two hour delay, but I came in early anyway, so that I can leave early. When I arrived there was one other woman here, who usually never says JACK to me. But because we are the only two here in the office, she felt obligated to bless me with some of the worst small talk I've ever been forced to sit through. I mean she was reaching BIG time by asking me how I like working here, and my answers were an exercise in minimalism. If I knew sign language, I would have signed my answers, that's how bad it was. It's just like being in an elevator man..some people just feel the need to talk when they are alone with someone. I've never been bound by such rules.

I'll spare you my I-hate-Valentine's-Day rant, because I am quite sure that will be written by a million and one bloggers and journalists today. I'll revisit this next week, so I can appear to be special.

Everything She Wants - Wham