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19th Nov, 2008

I Guess Someone Has to Monitor These Things

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We had this conversation on a Wednesday.

“This is the best chili I’ve ever made,” I told him, talking around a warm meaty mouthful of the stuff on the first cold autumn day suitable for the brewing (and devouring) of chili.

“Did you make a lot?” he inquired.

“Yes, but we’ll have it tonight and probably tomorrow night too. I was hoping to have it for the weekend too when the kids are gone, but it’ll be gone by then.”

“Oh,” he responded. “That’s good.”

“Good?” I said. “No it’s not good! This stuff is awesome. I planned on eating it all weekend.”

He made no comment. It took me a moment to catch on. “Oh. You’re thinking about Saturday, aren’t you? You’re thinking about my ass!”

He just laughed into the phone.

“Well,” I said after a moment. “I guess it’s nice to have someone concerned about me in that way.”

I love it that he worries about me like this. I love it because I’ve been with someone who couldn’t have cared any less about whether or not my body was ready for sex on any given day, and I find this current arrangement so much more fun.

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I can totally empathize. M viewed it as a victory when we had buttsex on taco night.

Now that I actually read what I wrote, there is some inherent symbolism at work as well.

By: A on November 19th, 2008
at 12:20 am

If I ever start a new blog, it will be called “Buttsex on Taco Night.”

:)

By: aag on November 19th, 2008
at 12:59 am

You’re so blessed you’ve got a partner who thinks about you… no matter what not-so-subtle ulterior motives he attributes it to. ;) I’m very jealous.

Less sweet but still on topic, I just wrote about how important respect for the other is during play. Sometimes I forget how amazing it can be when I’m mired in the not-so-amazing.

And I may have to boycott “Buttsex on Taco Night.” o_o It sounds… oh, I just can’t do it. My own bad pun would kill me. :)

By: Holly on November 19th, 2008
at 2:33 am