The beaver is a proud and noble animal

Now, for most of my close friends, this will be another “oh dear gawd, not again” post, but meh, this is my blog dagnabbit, I can be as despotic as I damn well want :)

I've come to the conclusion that I'm an atypical man. Though recend evidence seems to point out that I'm not the only one to feel this way, anecdotal evidence from the women in my life would seem to indicate that I'm in a minority. Then again, the women in my life might not represent a good sampling either :)

So for those of who who wonder what the hell I'm talking about, here's the deal. Sleeping alone sucks, and cuddling is better than wild monkey sex. Yes, there, I've said it. My dirty little secret is out. I'm a cuddler. Comments I've gotten from my friends include: “dude, you're a chick!”, various gagging and puking sounds, and one indicating that I was smart to play up the sensitivity side to impress girls and get them into bed. (Side note, the first two comments come from women, the last, from a guy).

Now don't get me wrong. I like sex. I've had sex. Sex is good. But I don't do casual sex. Because of a story that's way too long to tell right now, and is also out of scope, I attach a very high emotional content to the act, and thus, have only had the occasion to do it with one partner. I've taken the decision to not have sex with people I'm not ready to say “I love you” and mean it. It's a house rule.

So, basically, until I find a steady companion, no sex. But I still seek intimacy, and love physical human contact. Having my haircut is one of the most sensual acts that I can do with my clothes on. Hence, cuddling.

Recent events have reminded me how enjoyable it is to share bed real-estate with a warm body. The feel of smooth skin, the smell of a person, shared body heat. The knowledge that someone trusts you enough to let you in to their personal space. I'll keep a very good memory of that night for a long time to come. I'll admit that the line between a platonic cuddling and something more is easily crossed, but the take home message for this post is, as I'm writing it from my laptop in my bed, sleeping alone sucks, and a pillow just doesn't cut it anymore.

Good night :)

I'm planning a trip to SF with Michel. Partly, I need a vacation.

Partly, it's in my top 3 places to visit. Partly to run away from the holidays :) We want to do the whole tourist thing: Napa valley, Alcatraz, Fisherman's wharf, Lombard Street, Muir Woods, Chinatown, and maybe jaunt over to Silicon Valley. My travel agent recommended the opera house, and something called Beach Blanket Babylon. He seems like a knowledgeable person, who used the word “cool” way too often for a man of his age, but seemed a decent sort. He should get back to me with all the info. Can't wait :)

Now, I just need to find plans for New Years eve. Hopefully involving lots of booze and beautiful people of the female persuasion :)

Hee hee. Thanks to strychnyn, I finally got off me lazy ass and created an account. My life is now complete. I mean, this is the epitome of ego-inflation, thinking that people might actually care about what I write, but hey, it keeps me amused :)

And it only took me 3 trials to get her friggin username entered without a typo. Doh!