I think I have a disease. That is not the secret, that is merely my excuse for the secret. So here goes: I have officially seen the Twilight movie four times. With my husband, with different friends. Four times. It is pretty sad. To borrow a line from Timm, here’s what I know: Twilight was not a very good movie. The book was not even that fantastic. It was written for 13 year old girls. The movie….even worse than the book. It was hilariously awkward (probably on purpose), and rushed. So why, why, why, WHY have I seen this movie four times?

Here is the simple awnser…hot  boys. Annnnnnnnd….I have just lost all of my male readers.

Yeah. Have you seen the commercials? The movie posters? If you have, you know exactly what I mean. This movie is full of attractive young men (all of them that I appreciate are over the age of 18, I swear!) and some attractive regular men, and I firmly believe that this is the reason why ladies, myself included, have spent 150 million seeing this movie. Remember Cedric Diggory from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire? Yeah. He has grown up a bit. And gotten hot. You should probably see this movie, so you can agree with me.

Does this make me a terrible person? The fact that I go see a movie, just because the actors are attractive? I mean, it’s not like I neglect my husband to watch this movie. I don’t sit there and compare him to a heavily make up clad actor. It’s not like I would leave him for a chance to marry a fictional character in a terrible movie (like SOME people I know). See, somebody at work told me they would pray for my lustful attitude and that my marriage would somehow be saved. Seriously?

Is appreciating a guy’s hotness the same as lusting after him? I hope not. Meantime…at least rent it on DVD.