Tonight I find my husband particularly sexy.
He pulled a giant hairball out of my drain yesterday. And no, that is not a euphemism.
That’s just the kind of thing that does it for me.
It got me thinking about the origin of sex appeal. And the movie Magic Mike which was just released in theaters. The trials and tribulations of a male stripper has been cheerfully labelled “Mommy Porn.” It is meant to appeal to women of all ages. Finally, some eye candy for the ladies! But I don’t get it. Not really.
If grown women are going to drool over Channing Tatum, I think his character Leo, in the Vow, would be a better bet. The funny, long-suffering husband who loves fiercely and sweetly. That’s a whole lot sexier than smarmy bump and grind with strangers who paid for you.
I think most of us mature past pointless eye candy. Hopefully. As women, we need more.
Sure, I’ve been known to ogle my man. He has rugged, masculine good looks, deep blue eyes and other physical attributes I will detail for him privately (after all, both our moms read this blog and it will remain PG). Suffice it to say, I think he looks sexy.
But this alone isn’t what has made him irresistible to me after more than 20 years together. He is more than just an attractive physical specimen.
He has snot trails on the shoulders of his black t-shirt. He has a soother and a matchbox car in his pocket. He has a strange clay sculpture on his desk and rainbow scribbles on the wall of his office. He has a sparkly bow in his hair to “make him pitty.” He loves our children without reservation. And THAT is sexy!
He makes me howl loudly – with laughter. He tries to seduce me with lyrics from the Wiggles (I’m Robot number One, flip the switch to turn me on…), and it usually works. He knows all the inside jokes and can deliver a punch line with a single look. And THAT is sexy!
He has perfected his Attentive Listener Face, and is able to contemplate changes to his hockey pool line up while simultaneously allowing me to vent about our latest potty training debacle. He navigates messy family politics and is always on my team, if not always in agreement. He sticks it out to fight through the issues, big and small, though his every instinct screams at him to flee conflict at all costs. He endures hormonal tirades and diffuses teary, self loathing recriminations. And THAT is sexy!
Sexy is strong enough to be gentle.
Sexy is secure enough to respect a woman and want her to succeed.
Sexy is selfless and loves through better and through worse.
So flex and pose all you want, Hollywood. But I’m a grown woman and there is more to sexy than that.
So here’s me, married 17 years today to the cute boy who sat next to me in Social Studies. He gets sexier every year!
CHRISTIE HOOS
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