Since the only thing I have to write about is something I don’t, I thought I’d visit the search logs for my site again. Apparently someone in London is searching for a boobie teapot. Now, is that a teapot with boobies? I can’t imagine what one looks like. Perhaps it has two spouts. A teapot that can pour two cups at once! Do they have teapots with boobies in England? I know they really like their teapots.

Well enough of that. Time to break my tradition of not writing about certain subjects. It’s time to talk about Mr. O. He loves the nickname for those of you out there who aren’t sure. What guy wouldn’t? I’m sure everyone associates the “O” with one word. And that would be pretty accurate. In an attempt to find other “O” words, I noticed that English has very few “O” words. Here’s a few descriptive ones: overwhelm, oversexed and obeisance. Overwhelmed: that’s me. Overwhelmed by Mr. O. Now we could argue who is oversexed. However, he is one of the beneficiaries of “The Tantric Master.” Obeisance. Yes, he’s that good and that much fun.

Since English left me with few words, I went to French. The “O”: oui et oui et oui. If he visits the blog again, which isn’t often, I think he’ll enjoy that one. That reminds me of James Joyce’s “Ulysses.” Perhaps it is even hotter in French? Here’s another: obsédé. Again, I think we might argue over who that fits (him, me or both). I’m going to be egalitarian considering the results of the art of seduction quiz and say both.

I may need to get another bottle of champagne just to pay obeisance to Mr. O. I think he’s worth it, don’t you?