Virginia Is For Lovers

Passion is a complicated matter.  It is one thing to feel passionate about one's community but quite another to be communal in one's passion.  

As such, just a few steps from and  might be a little too titillating for the locals.

It is possible that t is the spiciest thing we are prepared to host at Reston's seminal lakefront community.

For the proprietor of what was to be one of Lake Anne's newest retail establishments, Reston's appetite for the risque may become very clear.  We will lavish effusive praise on the oral pleasure of The 's wares, but we might find that we are more ego-driven than id-driven.

In actuality we sort of disapprove of driving in general and prefer walking and biking.  We're also partial to running our mouths and jumping to conclusions.  Reston is quirky and opinionated, but never actively seductive.  So, you see, more erratic than erotic.  

We may not be all that keen on having either a place to purchase marital aids nor in having a place in which to convene a discussion of their care and maintenance.  We're not a latex-and-leather kind of place.  We're more organic cotton and hemp.  We worry about chafing and orthopedic support.

Edible underwear is not always on the menu.  Is it low-carb?  Gluten-free? Organic? Does it have a tummy-control panel? OK, now we've totally lost interest.  

Besides, it would just make us all feel worse about ourselves to have purchased the items in question and then discover much later that we have kept them past their "best used by" date.   

And while we may indeed lack a toy store, this combination of filling a retail void and providing additional party space is not really the synergism we may have sought.  

Every third person drives a Prius for the simple reason that the loud humming of motors already embarrasses us.  We're very concerned about emissions.     

Besides, we're sufficiently critical of our neighbors for their lax recycling habits and poor deck maintenance.  We won't be gentle about seeing our preschool teachers and chiropractors emanating from Lake Anne's newest non-franchise business.  

We care about the wattage of each other's lightbulbs, but we do not want to know what turns Reston on.  It is not that we would not benefit from learning the truth, but I fear that we, as a community, can't handle the truth.  We lack that kind of spunk.

We're eco-friendly, but not all that comfortable with biology.  Unfortunately for the vast world of adult retailers with an interest in revitalizing Lake Anne, our liberal tendencies lean more toward being green than being blue.

It may be the case that we're not tolerant enough to support such a store.  I'm not sure if we're too grown up or not adult enough.  Either way, this store may just have arrived prematurely.

Then again, maybe we're just anti-climactic.