Men are visual and my boyfriend is no exception.  I can’t explain how to do anything to him, I have to show him.  I can’t describe a how I want something done, I have to show him.  He’s visual.  He’s a guy.

So it comes as no surprise that I came home early from work the other day and caught him doing the unspeakable:  going through my celebrity magazines!  Can you believe it?  My manly man, sitting on the couch with a beer, thumbing through the gossip sections, smiling from ear to ear.  So this is what he does when I’m not around!  He’s a closet star gawker!  Who would have thought?

Of course, he likes these magazines because they have a lot of pictures of women like Sarah Shahi, Miranda Kerr, and Kendra Wilkinson.  Yes, he is a guy and guys are visual.  I’m OK with that, but I guess what bugged me is that he’s sitting there and he’s staring at the magazine.  Not reading….staring.  Like he’s in a trance or something.  It took me six months just to get him to not physically turn his head in public and watch pretty women go by.  I still see his eyes dart briefly, but that’s OK, it’s reflex.  It’s the mad dog staring that bugs me.  Apparently all that training has gone to waste.  I’m going to have to start hiding my magazines!

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