Like A Virgin

A few or so nights ago, I was having a night out with the "wives group" from my husband's work (we'll chat about the pc-ness of such a group another time, k?). Anyways, we went to see The Forgotten which was just really average, but that's not the point. Before the movie, that is the important part of this narrative.

So Before the Movie (which I almost referred to as "BM", but that triggers a whole 'nother set of mental pictures entirely), we were chatting about different movies we had or had not seen lately and what we'd seen that we'd recommend or would not recommend. And so, F (who is 17, and is dh's boss's daughter, but also tags along) is with us and I mentioned that I would like to see a particular movie. The thing is I can't even recall what movie I said, because my mind was blown half away by what F said next.

She said,: "Oh Laurie, you don't want to see that. That movie has way too much sex in it for you." Well, as you might imagine, I was rendered fucking speechless.

What the fuck? (no pun intended. really.)

And just how much sex would that be? Any? And how does she know what my sex quota is, anyway? As you might imagine, gentle reader, a girl of my insecurities must now mentally comb through all past wives group meetings, frantically searching my brain files for incidences of prudishness or otherwise sexually-inhibited behavior, or incidences that could have been mistaken for prudishness or otherwise sexually-inhibited behavior. I have never been mistaken for a prude, and therefore I was kind of taken aback, having a 17-year-old be my chaperone and all. I mean, what is the appropriate response in such a situation? "Oh, no. I like sex. Lots and lots of it, the really kinky kind, man." Or, perhaps a more nunnish approach of softly asserting "Yes, sex is bad. Very bad, and I simply won't tolerate it in my movies." Or, maybe something intellectual sounding like, "I can only appreciate sex in my theater when it's central to the story line. I do not particularly care for gratuitous-ness in the least little bit." The response I came up with was laughter, of the hollow, I-don't-get-the-joke variety.

I honestly don't know what to think of this. Now I will feel weird when it is my turn to suggest a movie for our group. Will people be thinking "Oh, that Laurie, she always picks those chick flick movies because she doesn't like sex and all."

Oh well.