Gary and I are pretty grabby with each other, which is strange because I’m not physical with anyone else. I’m not a big hugger.
I didn’t realize how much time we spent nose-booping or hair-ruffling until the covid kept us away from each other.
We have now established a new tradition to take the place of our nightly goodnight kiss: the nightly goodnight baboon butt rub. We stand on opposite sides of the hallway in the doorways of our respective rooms. Then we face away from each other, back into the hallway until our butts meet, then spend some time rubbing our butts against each other.
Every night the butt rub takes a different tone. Some nights it’s a big rumbly rub fest, some nights it’s a perfunctory bump. Last night there was a repetitive thrusting quality that reminded me of early sex, when you both have your own rhythm going, and one person’s on the out-step when the other’s expecting the in-step.
I think I might miss the butt-bumping when life goes back to normal.