Anna Faris, star of “Mom” looks to Mrs. Lion like a teenage boy.

Mrs. Lion commented the other night while watching a rerun of the TV sitcom, “Mom.” Anna Faris was dressed in a t-shirt and panties. Mrs. Lion said, “She looks like a teenage boy.” That reminded me of something I read years ago, “Men think the ideal woman looks like a 16-year-old boy.”

I suppose that’s true. I find Anna Faris very hot. I like women with narrow hips, small boobs, and small butts. Anna Faris fits that mold. Mrs. Lion doesn’t look like a 16-year-old boy. She is much more womanly. I think that women underestimate how we think. The male mind isn’t fixated on a single sexual archetype. If I am looking at females, I don’t know, my eye will definitely be drawn to the Anna Faris archetype. I admit it.

That doesn’t mean I can only be turned on by someone who is built like her. In reality, I’m more aroused by Mrs. Lion. Physical archetypes are visual attractants. They get our attention. It doesn’t mean we want to marry them. It doesn’t even mean we want to have sex with them. It means we find them sexually arousing. I suppose that if we were instinct-driven animals, we would hurry over and mount them without further ado. Being thinking critters, the only value this initial reaction has is to generate enough interest to want to know more.

Every relationship starts with some sort of initial trigger that makes us want to know the other person. I found Mrs. Lion on a dating site. Her profile had a closeup of her smiling face. I loved that smile! I knew I wanted to meet its owner. I sent her a message letting her know I was interested. Something I wrote her piqued her interest. We wanted sex and, based on this brief exchange, decided to meet and fuck.

She turned me on. I loved how she looked, felt, tasted, and smelled. We fit. I was attracted to her. No, she didn’t look like a 16-year-old boy. It didn’t matter at all. She was exactly right for me. Apparently, I was right for her as well. We kept meeting and screwing our brains out. We also talked and laughed. The more I got to know her, the more I realized I didn’t want her to go home. It wasn’t love at first sight. It had almost nothing to do with appearance. In the beginning, it had a lot to do with sex.

I know that some women are threatened if they discover their mates are attracted to other females. They worry that they lose in a direct comparison. That’s just silly. How do you compare someone you have loved for over a decade with a stranger with the archetypical body? You don’t. It makes no sense. Every night I fall asleep next to the only woman I love. I hope that doesn’t change the rest of my life.