Alright, maybe I didn’t actually *do* the Fifty Shades of Grey, but on the weekend I read the book after all.

I was probably the last one to read it and everyone already knows that it’s about a sexy control freak with a few disturbing issues (Christian Grey) and an innocent young woman who plays with fire and a few sex toys (Anastasia Steele).

Not that I was avoiding it - I was just not really that interested in reading it at first, but a few girls at work read it and we had some very interesting discussions. Yes, let’s call it discussions… The consensus was that Christian Grey was one. hot. babe. and I just had to check that out for myself.

A friend lent me her book and I took it home. Put it on my desk. My son saw it and said: “Oh, you’re reading *THAT* book.” WTF? I decided not to ask what he had heard about the book and where he heard it…

My expectations for Christian Grey were definitely high. Sexy, charismatic, irresistible, powerful. I had made up my mind what he looks like. And since Christian and Anastasia meet at the beginning of the book, it did not take long before I read: “… unruly dark copper-colored hair and intense, bright gray eyes…”.

Noooooooo! Not copper-colored hair! Now that puts a damper on it on page 7 already. He is supposed to look like a hot, young Christian Bale! I’m fine with the gray eyes, but the hair is a deal breaker. After I give him a mental dye-job I’m much happier and move on. I don’t even want to think about the pubic hair, though.

Yup, there is definitely some sexual tension there and after the initial tension is released it’s mostly just sex. He wants to dominate her, she wants him to be more. So basically the story of a guy who is a real asshole (admittedly sexy, now that he has the right hair color) and a girl who is trying to change him. Been there, done that…

I had to interrupt my reading pleasure during the day on Saturday, because we had a big event in town and my kids and I volunteered. However, the Fifty Shades were obviously occupying my mind…

Believe it or not, but I saw a guy with a blue beard walking around town and Anastasia calls Christian Bluebeard after their first night together. Maybe just a little detail, but apparently it got stuck in my mind (and it must be the book, because I’m definitely not into 16th century French serial killers).

The organizers of the event we volunteered for provided us with a cooler filled with ice cubes and water. It was definitely needed, because it was hot like the desert (and that was the actual weather, not the book) and there was yet another little detail that reminded me of the book.

The person - in the book - who is credited with getting Christian Grey started on his dominant/submissive lifestyle is called Mrs. Robinson (before we find out her real name later on). Well guess what the name of the person who owned the cooler filled with water was? That’s right, it was M. Robinson - said it right on there, written in big letters.

I drank a lot of water.

I finished the book after I got home Saturday night and decided not to read the other two books in the trilogy. The mental hair-dye is washed out and after all I have a husband to look after.

A husband with gray eyes and the right hair color, by the way.