I'm going to talk about sex now. You're warned.

Yesterday something happened that to me describes the sexual disjunction between me and Belendor.

I was soaking in the tub yesterday night, and let us just say I got creative with the razor. This is something I know drives most of the guys crazy, but not my sweet Bel.

Late at night, and we're in bed:

Me: "Give me your hand, I want to show you something."
Him: "OK".
Me: (while guiding his hand) "See?"
Him: "Oh, you shaved yourself! That's so weird! Hey, is that guy in the TV actually hanging from the plane? Cool!"
Me: (sigh) "Yes, I guess he's hanging from the plane."

I've been in such a good mood lately that it doesn't bother me, I just laugh at it. We're so different, him and me. Nevertheless I love him a lot. But I can't help but wonder. What turns this man of mine up?