Gave upon the most beautiful woman on the planet and know that somehow, somewhere, there is a man sick and tired of warming up her butt warming pad.
“Gaze”
In the long string of relationships that have been like an endless Burma Shave ad I have had three who would fit into this category.
Any one of them could easily have been anyone's centerfold. And all three of them made life (at a minimum) a pain in the butt pad.
I dumped two and the third just sorta wandered off.
Oh - and I made the mistake of marrying one of them.
Life is good now.