The Evolution of Sir

Sir and I go way back. We have a very interesting relationship.

I was raised in the south.  Sir was just part of the vocabulary.  It was a sign of respect used for just about everyone; my peers, the man behind the counter at McDonalds, my boss, and even my students got the Sir treatment.

Then TTWD came into play, and that's where it got awkward.  When Bucko was first, for lack of a better term, asserting his dominance in our relationship it started by insisting on Sir.  The problem with it was he was insisting on it ALL the time.  It was just too much.  I couldn't quite wrap my head around, "Will you get me a soda, please Sir." It felt forced and strange.  It wasn't making me feel submissive.  In fact, when I would forget to say it after a simple sentence or request and he'd smack or stare I'd get angry.  It just wasn't working, so we scrapped the Sir rule.

The nature of Sir changed.  I have trouble asking for what I want, especially in the bedroom.  Sir became the high sign for saddle up Cowboy I am ready for a rodeo.  That seemed to work pretty well for a while, and as long as everything that followed Sir went according to plan life was good.  It wasn't always working, but it was better.

Lately, my relationship with Sir has changed yet again.  As Bucko has found his natural confidence with leadership and become more comfortable in his role, so have I.  I have come to respect him more as a leader and Sir has become more natural.  We are not back to after every sentence military style, but when he asks me to do something directly I can say yes Sir.  When I'm over his knee Sir comes very naturally.  Self preservation at work here? You decide.  At any rate, Sir is back.

Bucko and I listen to NPR.  We're very open about our nerddom and NPR quiz shows are one of our favorite weekend pastimes.  One of our favorites is Ask me Another.  This show has games that are often done with musical questions.  One of them involved TV theme songs or what they should have been.  They were using I Dream of Jeannie and the song lyric went something like, "Jeannie she calls her boyfriend master..." 

Bucko looked at me and we both giggled.  Well he chuckled.  Bucko says real men don't giggle.  He had a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"You know that's kind of hot.  Maybe we should do that." 

"Easy Bucko, let's not get carried away."

"I'm just saying..." 

He was kidding... I think? (Hope!) At any rate we are sticking with Sir here, but I think a monster has been created.  Bucko Frankenstein ... It's ALIVE!