Sex, cities, and married gay boys

The Dude was kind enough to take a half day with me today so we could satisfy my need to see Sex and the City. He pretends this is a great sacrifice which should be rewarded in blow jobs and mutual repeated viewings of the Rambo films, but he always genuinely enjoyed the show. If I catch an episode on TV, he can usually be found in the room pretending to be otherwise occupied, yet he still manages to laugh in all the right places. Just last week, when stuck in the car for a lengthy journey, he suggested we rank our favourite Sex and the City men. If that's not bad enough, he then argued the merits of my choices for at least half an hour. He obviously has a lot of emotions invested in the programme.

With that said, here are some interesting excerpts from the "Wait - am I actually at this movie with my husband, or some camp male friend?" cinema-going experience from today. Him, said during the film:

"That is a great light fixture."

"Oh my god, look at that (walk-in)closet!"

Just when you don't think things could get any more flamboyant(after the film, over dinner):

"So, what is the expensive shoe hierarchy? Would you say Louboutins are the creme de la creme, then Manolos, then Jimmy Choos? That's what I perceive it to be."

"What was your favourite pair of shoes in the movie?" (upon hearing my response): "Oh yeah, those were nice."

"The Vivienne Westwood dress was my favourite from the Vogue shoot. You wouldn't expect Vivienne Westwood to come up with something that normal, would you?"

This is my husband. I have absolutely no friends who watch Sex and the City, so I should be thankful I can discuss this with The Dude, my new BFF.

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In completely unrelated news, my Cheese Wife, Cheese Aunt to my firstborn, Molly, has moved her blog again, woman of mystery that she is. No longer cloaked in darkness, she can be found here: http://piquantmolly.wordpress.com/

Go there. Read. Love her as I love her, but not too much because she is totally mine. We've met you know. There was minimal boob cupping, some tongue, and some ass slapping. There was also much viewing of nerdy television and poring over WWII letters. I just want you to realise that you can't possibly mimic nor surpass the bond that we have. I will fight for her.

Last, but not least, I leave you with this...