Magic Mike

So last night I dragged myself through part of the monthly “Gallery Hop” in Lexington, a door to door cheap wine and bad cheese-on-cracker fest through the various tiny little art gallery spaces in downtown, and I met this guy who started chatting me up, and he was sort of hot, and he asked me if I wanted to go to his place to watch his new blue-ray of “Magic Mike” and I figured “why not” and so we went.

So we get to his place and start watching this movie and we’re about 1/2 hour into it and I’m like “Okay, the guys are hot and the dancing is hot but the story and stupid and it’s a chick flick, so why don’t we turn this off and pop in some porn and f**k each other?” and the dude actually gets pissed off at me, not because I don’t like his movie, but because I “assume” he has porn. And I’m like “Dude, you’re at very least 40 years old and you live alone downtown and may I remind you that You picked Me up, and you’re telling me you don’t own any gay porn?” And of course, he has a whole closet full of gay porn, on Video and DVD and Blue-Ray and a few old Laser-disks not to mention a mountain of hardcopy, but he’s offended that I assume that about him, and actually gets misty eyed and asks me to apologize and I just f**king walk out.

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