It is no secret that I love Lion’s butt. While I love his whole body, I am particularly fond of his butt. It’s ironic because he doesn’t have much of a butt. It’s fairly flat. It doesn’t even hold his pants up very well. But there’s something about it that I find appealing.
I know it’s not just because I swat it. I don’t even really care if it’s bruised or not. I like the way it looks. I like to come up behind him and fondle it. He’s got soft, smooth skin. What can I say? He’s got a cute butt. [Lion — Thank you! It’s been a while since you’ve visited it. I miss the attention.]
Lion is a butt man himself. He tells a story about being in the bank behind a celebrity with a sexy butt [Phoebe Cates] while his now-ex-wife was sitting in the car admiring said celebrity’s celebrity husband. He always comments about how cute this celebrity’s butt is or used to be, depending on their age. I don’t mind these comments. I don’t even care if he looks at butts when we’re in public. I once followed a guy across a parking lot because he had a cute butt. This was pre-Lion and I wasn’t being creepy about it.
The other day I had to free our robot vacuum cleaner for the fifth or sixth time getting stuck under Lion’s printer cabinet. As I was bent over, Lion said, “Mmmmm. Nice view.” I had no pants on so he got the full monty. I love the view when he bends over too. It’s nice we can amuse each other so easily. I’d actually forgotten how much Lion loves the rear view. He doesn’t comment about mine much. I’m glad he still looks.
On Friday, it will be two weeks since I went to the doctor and found out that medication may be affecting my libido. The doctor said it could take two weeks or more to notice any difference. Don’t worry. Lion has been asking every few days if there’s been a change. Not so far. I don’t want to think too much about it. I figure it will sneak up on me. And then I’ll sneak up on Lion.