What is noteworthy to me is that my affection for my friend Debbie in spin class has me shying away from looking at her posterior which becomes quite visible through the diaphanous material that is her tights. It makes me realize that I have no lust issue with her and that my admiration is not based on the male animal in me. I do like her, but not in the typical male fashion. Maybe it is just my age, and marriage notwithstanding, but I am able to discern what might be a great bed partner to a woman whose feelings I have are more sibling like. In other words, I do not lust after her in my mind. It’s amusing because she is a beautiful woman but she does not engage my visceral sexual interest. I like that a lot.
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