Magic Mike: Why are all the girls screaming?

I am a little tired today. You see, last night I stayed up a little too late watching soft porn.... er... Magic Mike.

Seriously though, this is the second time I have watched the movie and I have to say, I don't know what all the commotion is about. Do I think it is a good movie? Yes. But not to the point where I am falling over and drooling. And it is definitely not soft porn. (Don't get me wrong - it isn't that I wish it was!) But I hear all these women talking about this movie and getting excited. And I hear all these men who are shying away from the movie afraid there going to see something they would rather not. Let me tell you - that is not the case.

So last night, the DVD for Magic Mike was released. When my husband got done with work he called me up like usual.

"So, do you know what came out today?" he asked.

"Magic Mike." Anybody that knows me should be impressed. I am usually not on top of movie release dates. Usually someone needs to remind me.

"Oh. Did you go to the store and pick it up?"

"No."

"Do you want me to go to the store to pick it up?"

"If you want to."

"Ok. Well, do we need anything else from the store."

"I forgot to pick up my body wash when I went the other day and I am almost out. Can you get me some more. Something fruity. I am sick of borrowing yours!"

So my husband, being the sweet guy he is, stopped at the store on his way home from work and picked up the movie and my body wash. To me, there is one main reason I wanted this movie. I wanted to see the unrated version. After all the talk about this movie before it came to theaters, I was expecting to see something, and frankly, it showed nothing more than eye candy. So I wanted to see (Ok - so I am looking like a pervert here!) if these top notch actors really bared it all. Not to mention, maybe my husband could use some tutorials on his dance moves. He totally dances like a white boy who stepped in gum.

When he got home, he pulled the movie and my girly, fruity body wash from a bag. While he handed it too me, he just stood there shaking his head. I looked at him and smiled.

"I have never felt so gay in my entire life."

"Really? Why is that?"

"Well, it was bad enough that as a man I went in and bought this movie. But as I am at the store with the DVD in my hand, I am standing in the aisle of body wash, sniffing them to see which one I liked best."

I just laughed.

"I half expected you to call me back and ask me to pick you up some feminine products as well."

"If anything, that would have probably made you look less gay. At least then the checkout person would have known you were buying it for a PMSing woman! Did you have a guy check you out or a woman?"

"A woman. Thank God!"

"Well, did she give you a weird look?"

"No."

"Well see, you really didn't look that gay!"

So last night, my husband and I watched this movie. A part of me kept wanting to reassure him that this really wasn't a bad movie; it wasn't even close to going to a strip club. But I don't know why I have to justify it. The plot behind the movie was good. And frankly, the dancing was good too. Not because they were taking off their clothes but frankly, any man who can dance and sing definitely has my attention.

P.S. Be forewarned... now that I mentioned it, my husband will probably take any and all opportunities to dance and sing to me. The last time I made a comment, something about him farting and scratching himself, he has made a point to make what I said a reality. If I happen to catch his singing and dancing on tape, I will broadcast it to the world to be seen!