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The God-King is a lucky man.
Unlike most partnered males, he does not get in trouble for looking at other women. In fact, he is encouraged to look because, well, I like to look at women too.
So we have this long-standing conversation, the God-King and I, concerning the aesthetics of the female posterior. This is the crux of it:
While I am not especially partial to the derriere, I can appreciate a nice one when I see it, and if pressed (ooo, baby) I could describe to you the kind of bottom that usually draws my attention. (cue: Sir Mix-Alot)
He, on the other hand, professes to be "an ass-man", and yet he is unable to explain just what makes a woman's ass particularly noteworthy. Apparently it is some undefinable quality, an X-factor.
I find this ambiguity terribly frustrating, both as an aficionado of the female form and as a female with an ass of her own, and so whenever the God-King and I are out and about I'll be pointing out random women and asking, "Does SHE have a nice ass? Eh?!? Well, what's wrong with it, then?"
The other night I did this while we were having dinner in a busy restaurant. A waitress hurried by with what I thought was a decent (if smallish) caboose, and as she swished down the isle I pointed with my fork. "What about her?"
"Missed it," he said.
"God damn it, God-King," I sighed. "What is it with you? Why is it so hard for you to show me a girl who does it for you?"
And he said, "I guess when I'm with you, baby, I just forget to look at other women."
Come on, say it.
Awwwwwww.
Unlike most partnered males, he does not get in trouble for looking at other women. In fact, he is encouraged to look because, well, I like to look at women too.
So we have this long-standing conversation, the God-King and I, concerning the aesthetics of the female posterior. This is the crux of it:
While I am not especially partial to the derriere, I can appreciate a nice one when I see it, and if pressed (ooo, baby) I could describe to you the kind of bottom that usually draws my attention. (cue: Sir Mix-Alot)
He, on the other hand, professes to be "an ass-man", and yet he is unable to explain just what makes a woman's ass particularly noteworthy. Apparently it is some undefinable quality, an X-factor.
I find this ambiguity terribly frustrating, both as an aficionado of the female form and as a female with an ass of her own, and so whenever the God-King and I are out and about I'll be pointing out random women and asking, "Does SHE have a nice ass? Eh?!? Well, what's wrong with it, then?"
The other night I did this while we were having dinner in a busy restaurant. A waitress hurried by with what I thought was a decent (if smallish) caboose, and as she swished down the isle I pointed with my fork. "What about her?"
"Missed it," he said.
"God damn it, God-King," I sighed. "What is it with you? Why is it so hard for you to show me a girl who does it for you?"
And he said, "I guess when I'm with you, baby, I just forget to look at other women."
Come on, say it.
Awwwwwww.