On Sunday night Mrs. Lion and I talked about how lucky we were to have met. We found each other on a free online dating site. Neither of us said it on the site, but as we discussed Sunday, we were both looking for sex. Soon after we started exchanging email, this came out and since she didn’t live too far from me, we met and, well, had sex. We liked it so much we did it again, and again. It didn’t take long before it was much more than sex. As they say, the rest is history.

I spent a lot of time yesterday thinking about that conversation. Ostensibly, Mrs. Lion was right. We both wanted to get laid. Then I started thinking that it isn’t that simple. If sex was the objective, doesn’t that mean we each wanted orgasms? Of course, right? But I was regularly masturbating and having orgasms. Mrs. Lion was less inclined in that direction. The fact is that sex is not just orgasms. While I’ve never patronized one, hookers apparently act as though they are having a wonderful time when being fucked by a customer. If a penis in a vagina was the reason for the transaction, then the acting would be unnecessary.

Sex between two people is much more than stimulating sex organs to orgasm. It’s the most primal bond we have. Nature has programmed us to seek it as a top biological priority. The preservation of the species demands that. But humans have sex long after they can reproduce. They also have sex when females are infertile. So, reproduction is far from the only reason we want sex. I don’t think anyone would disagree so far.

So, when Mrs. Lion and I went prowling for sex partners we may not have realized it, but we were looking for a lot more than an orgasm. We were looking for a bond. We wanted to enjoy ourselves and please our partners. We wanted to briefly be part of one another. Of course neither of us considered this at the time. We got our clothes off and had a good time. For me it was an incredibly good time. I attributed my enthusiasm to the amazing orgasm I had and how good it felt to touch her. It didn’t cross my mind that something else was going on at the same time.

After we had met a few times, I was unhappy when we had to part ways. Later, she told me that she felt the same. We wanted to be together. It wasn’t the sex. Well, partly it was the sex, but there was more. I was happier when we were together. Food tasted better, the sun seemed brighter; I was in love. Luckily, she felt the same. That feeling has continued to grow over the last 12 years or so.

What I realized yesterday was that on levels I had no idea existed, a bond was building between us. What seemed to us a very lucky accident was, after that first meeting, anything but accidental. Neither of us realized it at the time, but we are soul mates. I know that sounds corny. Maybe it is. But is is the only way I can explain the profound effect my lioness has on me. Damn good thing my love radar was working that afternoon I thought I was just going to get laid.