Lion wasn’t in the mood for love again last night. I told him we’d just wait until he was in the mood. He tends to exaggerate things and said maybe he was done for good this time. How many times has he said he was done for good? Lots. How many times has he actually been done for good? None. This too shall pass.
I agree with him that he’s just caught up in writing his book. He mumbles to himself. When I ask what he said, he’s just thinking about his book. I understand. He’s got to create his own world in the book. He’s got to figure out how to get the characters in trouble, and then he’s got to figure out how to get them back out of trouble. What color was that car? Maybe it matters. Maybe it doesn’t. Is it green with a patch of rust above the back wheel on the passenger side? That would set it apart from that green car over there without a patch of rust above the back wheel on the passenger side. Details. It’s a lot to think about.
Thinking is the enemy of erections. If his mind is elsewhere, he’s not going to be in the moment of me playing with him. On the other hand, if he’s been having trouble having an erection and he starts to think about it too much, it can be a problem. The point is, I’m not worried about his not being interested in sex. I don’t think he’s entirely lost his ability. He’s distracted. Fair enough. He’ll be back in the mood when he’s done thinking so much about writing. I’ll be waiting for him.
On the off chance he has trouble getting back in the mood when he wants to, I’ll do whatever I can to help. He’s not done for good. No way. Not this Lion.
