There's no room for car porn in the bedroom

Hubby is addicted to porn.

Car porn, that is.

He got his BMW Car Magazine in the mail today and, since we were having lunch together anyway, I thought I'd bring it along. The day his car porn arrives is a special day - yeah I don't get it either - but I knew it would put a smile on his face, so I popped it into my purse on the way out the door.

The thing is, apparently Hubby isn't the only one who thinks of his car magazine as porn - apparently the magazine's marketers do as well. The thing arrives in a sealed - and concealed - plastic sleeve that looks suspiciously like the plastic sleeved-magazines you find in truck stops and adult book stores around the world.

Standing in line for fast food, Hubby covertly tore off the sleeve and opened the magazine, a silly little grin on his face the whole time. He made a quick flip-thru the pages looking at pictures -is this sounding more familiar? - then went back to the beginning and perused the magazine more thoroughly.

I'm pretty sure he was pitching a tent inside those wool dress pants of his.

And then, as if to reinforce the belief that car magazines are - in fact - porn for some men, Hubby looked at me with those adorable baby blues of his, touched my hand and said, "Wouldn't it be sexy if you were in bed, wearing that little black silk teddy of yours, when I got home from work tonight?"

I smiled my most seductive smile and was just about to agree when he opened his mouth and train-wrecked the whole thing. "Oh and make sure you bring my magazine up, ok Honey?"

I came home, dropped the magazine on his side of the bed and composed an email to the marketing team over at BMW Car Magazine suggesting they might want to try centerfolds. They seem to do wonders for other magazines in the marketplace.