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I truly had no idea. But for 40 years the heart of a true romantic beat secretly in my good friend George’s puffed up playboy chest.

Then, he met Eleanor. After only a few months, she had her house on the market, and George had completely reconfigured his bachelor pad. He gave me the grand tour. “Here’s the meditation room,” he said, flipping on the light. Amid the candles, incense and pillows, I noted a stack of tantric sex DVDs.

“Hmm,” I thought, “I bet they’re using this room for mediation.”

“And, here’s something even Eleanor hasn’t seen,” George called from his bedroom. He had unlocked a bureau drawer and opened it to show me the contents.

When it was clear I couldn’t find the words, George explained. “It’s a gift drawer.”

“For special occasions?” I asked, looking but not daring to touch the soft, very personal bounty in front of me.

“Any occasion, really,” George said, pulling out a few items and holding them up for inspection. The gossamer negligee against his bulky frame made me laugh, but the diamond earrings took my breath away.

“A bad day at the office,” George said, holding up a bottle of warming %massage oil%. “A fender bender on the freeway,” he struck a pose with a purple %Rabbit Vibrator%.

An argument, I learned, would be settled with a tube of flavored lubricant.

“What a fabulous idea,” I said, shaking my head. “Where did you come up with it?”  

“I was,” he said, “inspired.”

And then it hit me — a shock of intense jealousy for Eleanor. Suddenly, I looked at my friend George in an entirely new light. And I liked what I saw.

Hurriedly, I made my excuses. It was time to go home.