Everyone is talking about Harry Potter. I must confess I am a Potter virgin; my Harry Potter “cherry” is still in place. This confuses me greatly and I am starting to wonder what is wrong with me. I love to read, I love children’s books, I am fascinated by anything magical and I am a big movie fan. It was Harry Potter who pulled my young children out of comic books and actually got them to read. Everything about him and the world that J.K. Rowling has created appeal to me. To be totally honest, I have indulged in a little foreplay. A couple chapters have been read aloud to my children at bedside, and part of a re-run from one of his first movies has been lightly viewed and skipped over. I even helped my daughter hang an autographed copy of his picture on her wall next to his movie poster. My family sent Harry Potter collectibles as birthday and Christmas gifts to my eager children, and I have even stood in line to get them the newest book. So why have I not been left panting for more?
“What’s that you say?”-----No, I am not a virgin, Tolkien was my first and I enjoyed every minute!
“Afraid, who me?”----- Absolutely not! I love adventure and the thrill of something new.
“Why wouldn’t I?”-----I adore heroes and age has nothing to do with it. As a matter of fact, I happen to like younger men.
“Do you think so?”----Well yes, I am afraid of getting in bed and starting a long term relationship that I know is not going to end well. However, this has never stopped me before.
Am I alone? Am I just crazy? Whatever is the matter with me, there must be a cure. What if I am the only sane one left and the rest of the world has been infected with Harry Potter bliss? Oh My GOD! What if I have the only vaccine to a zombie world infected by the hypnotic words of J.K. Rowling?
So what do you say people? I don’t want to be alone. Should I just I hold back my head, expose my jugular and let myself be ravaged? Will it hurt, will I die? What made you do it? No one wants to stay a virgin forever, or do they?