WARNING: This contains some adult content. Although, I'm not really sure just going to an adult store qualifies us as adults. I mean really, we giggled at most things like teenagers.
A little insight about me: I'm totally fine with porn. Not too long after (now) Hubby turned 18 and I was visiting him at college, we made the exciting walk (yes, we were just freshman, so he wasn't allowed a car on campus yet) to an adult shop near his school. This was the first time either of us had ever been to a place like this. I can remember the feeling of how exciting it was to be doing something so grown-up. I also remember getting carded when we walked in. That makes me laugh today. We looked around, giggled at the toys, and settled on a dvd. You know, one with a plot.
We rushed back to the dorm to watch our new treasure. And here's the part that may make you judge me. We got back and (now) Hubby's roommate was in the room. It seemed totally logical to me to invite him to watch it with us. So, he did. So the three of us watched the porno together. Maybe because of that or maybe because I just really liked the guy, I'll always have a special place in my heart for him. When the movie was over, well, let's just say we kicked the roommate out.
So, during our dating years, we watched our fair share of adult movies. There were more exciting times at adult stores. Some downloading on lap tops. Rest assure though, that was the first and only time we watched them with anyone else.
For some reason though, we really haven't done anything like that since I moved in with him in Texas three years ago. There's been some soft-core late night cable TV stuff, but that's really it.
A few nights ago, Hubby said (this is a direct quote), "You know what I could go for? Some porn." And then proceeded to get the computer. Laying in bed with the lap top watching dirty movies in bed with Hubby just seemed a little off to me. So I nixed the idea. It felt like we were in college--and while there is some excitement to those feelings usually, it wasn't doing it for me this time.
Well, yesterday, after Hubby came home to find that I mowed the lawn (that's for real, not an innuendo for anything), he said that I could pick what we did for the evening. I of course, picked one of my favorite restaurants with one of my favorite desserts and my favorite non-margarita drink. After dinner we were heading back home, and it hit me, "Let's go to Pleasures R Us." Not the real name of the store but thought it made a cute name for my purposes. So we turned around and headed that way.
I've been to this place a couple of times. It's a lot of fun and at least in my experience, really doesn't have the sleazy feeling to it. They have a lot of lingerie and things to dress up in, so it almost feels like a little dirtier VS. So we looked around and giggled at some of the toys and packaging--I'm sorry, I just can't help it when I see "Crotchless".
I picked a little something out and then we headed to the videos. Again, giggling ensued from both of us. We were both being particular about our picks. No fetish stuff, nothing that made me feel creepy (ie girls on the cover looking too young). Hubby found a Superman parody that looked pretty good but would have cost an arm and a leg so we passed on that one. Then we found a reasonably priced Taxi parody. Yes, Taxi, the beloved late 70s/early 80s sitcom starring Tony Danza, Danny Devito, and crew.
We headed to the register and checked out--quite excited about our find. When we got home, I opened our treat to find...no dvds inside. We just brought home an empty box. Awesome. Disappointed, I called and they told me they had the discs. It was already too late by then though. So I'll be heading there again today. I'll let you know how the storyline holds up compared to the sitcom.
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