Backs, shoulders, necks, ankles, feet, wrists, or knees were damaged. Bones were broken.
Such injuries are often terrible for the person who is injured. They are also often terrible for the person's bed-sharing partner and the couple's bed-sharing relationship.
It happens every morning: you grab your keys, you grab your bag, and you give a perfunctory "See you later!" before you head out the door. You leave as if you two just didn't have a night of wild, abandoned cuddling. And now, your heartbroken feline sits alone.
Imagine a day of pleasurable activities with someone who loves and appreciates you, followed by a bottle of Cabernet and a delicious dinner, laughing all the way, maybe ending the night with some light cuddling. That's a snapshot of a day in the life of an affectional bonding relationship.
Twelve weeks into my webseries and I have to admit: I am completely and totally shocked that I haven't risen to the YouTube superstardom I just assumed would be gifted to me after the first five minutes of my cuddling search aired. Also, I still don't have a boyfriend. Whaaaaaat?!
In honor of Valentine's Day I chose this Monday to post Max, a friend with whom I'd developed a two-month flirtation that culminated in a hook up. It was great, until he fell off the face of the planet.
Once I quit going out with guys I knew I was never going to connect with, I realized that what I want is intimacy and comfort. I want appreciation. I want a fun challenge. That's where The Big Spoon Search came in.
Some people call me a street cuddler. I prefer to be called a "comfort technician." Actually, I prefer to be called a Navy Seal, but the desist order from the Pentagon threw cold water all over that one.