The Struggle of Summertime Cuddling(When You Don't Have Air Conditioning)
It’s officially summer.
You know what that means: The season of Mojitos, sunshine, ice-cream sandwiches, and oh yeah, 95 degree days where breathing feels slightly impossible.
For those of you with husbands/wives, girlfriends/boyfriends, lovers, etc., tis’ the season that your love/hate relationship with cuddling begins.
As a cuddle monkey myself, this is quite an inconvenience for my natural state of being. I'm sure you fellow-cuddle muffins can relate.
Especially when I’m heat angry, aka “Hangry,” and feel the need to unnecessarily lash out at nice people, followed by a deep desire for human love and affection.
“Touch me please, but PLEASE DON’T TOUCH ME.”
“Please love me, BUT REALLY I NEED YOU TO GO AWAY SO I CAN BE NAKED AND ALONE ON MY COMFORTER-LESS BED WITH THREE FANS BLASTING ON ME.”
Isn’t “Summer Love” a saying? Aren’t we supposed to feel more affectionate in the summer? I don’t know, maybe this is only meant for beach bums and fictitious characters from country-music songs.
I love to cuddle, but I don’t necessarily enjoy being sweat on. I mean, if I had to make a list of my favorite things in life, it would be close to the bottom of the page.
Friends, please just tell me, what is the point of getting cute freckles and a hottish, tan-beach body if we can’t hold each other together without the disgust of human-body rain rubbing up against us and our perfectly clean sheets?
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not THAT crazy about doing laundry...More than once a week and it feels a lot like being told to mow a 4-acre lawn.
For those of you who have the beautiful gift of air conditioning…no comment.
I’m not bitter or anything.
I’m just wondering if anyone has any suggestions.
Spooning on the cold, tile floor of the bathroom?
Robbing a bank to pay for an all-inclusive trip to Hawaii with an air-conditioned suite and view of the ocean?