Many many months ago I shared with you all the invaluable role that Target had played in enhancing my love life. The response was overwhelming. I was blown away to learn how many other kindred spirits on Reddit regularly become wet or hard purely due to trips to our favorite establishment. And the amount of Target nudes you all sent to my inbox was both staggering and much-appreciated. So, I figured it was about time to report back with some updates on how my love life has continued to expect more and pay less.
If you remember from my [first experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oyhtpf/i_canceled_my_apps_and_stopped_going_to_bars_now/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) you’ll know exactly how hot and steamy things got that day when an unnamed fellow shopper and I came together beneath the portrait of a bull terrier while being serenaded by Jason Mraz in Target dressing room #4. And as expected, the passion of that day carried us through the next few weeks. But then, to my confusion, something started to feel different. The flame became dimmer. The excitement waned. And to see that passion and lust fading, to feel sex starting to become bland and desaturated…for the first time in my life I think I understood what it must feel like to be a Costco shopper.