- June 1: matched
- June 2: got her number
- June 5: classy nonfluidic cuddles
- June 12: SECOND CUDDLES.
This whole dating app racket is a shot in the dark, and you know it. I’ve had interesting conversations, sure, but most women just do NOT put in much effort. Or are boring as shite. No vibe, no pulse.
I just threw caution to the wind and scattershotted “So, how about platonic cuddles?” I believe we were talking about basic self-care. Touch gets thrown in there.
I fear I’ve been TOO classy, leading me to seem like I’m not interested in anything. It’s tricky, as leading with “So, I love eating pussy” is just NOT a good openning strategy.
(I’m not above trying it, but eh. Women have enough “what the fuck is this weirdo” stories.)
Did I have heterosexual thoughts? Uh, yeah. I’ve had women POUNCE me, dude. (Saying we’ll hang out and cuddle, and she initiates a little more than that.) But I said No Wandering Hands, and that’s that.
Which means hands can go everywhere except the Undie Zones. Pretty simple stuff, guys. I don’t understand how guys can’t understand basic boundaries.
I don’t know how to express this: I’ve been touch deprived for five fucking years, and it feels amazing to touch the epidermis of a woman. To be allowed in her personal space, big spoon the tushie, and TOUCH.
Ditto how sensitive my back is to soft touch.
My profile had a snippet about Pillow Princess treatment, but she didn’t know what it is. I considered having cuddles in my profiles, but odds are women will perceive that as meaning fucking. Sigh.
What have I been looking for? I joke: someone to put up with my babbling. Or otherwise, someone neurospicy. I can NOT stand normies. Far, far too boring. And they can’t understand me in the slightest.
I’m rather simple to anyone with the slightest neurospicy.
Her neurospicy is stronger than mine by a longshot. It’s like I have a wall between me and the world. And she has a wall between herself and the world. And so energy mirroring has been… not the way it sometimes is with some of the autistic adhd types I tend towards.
I vibe immediately with auADHDers, and we can banter like old friends within minutes of meeting. I think she’s more schizo-bipolar.
That is, there is absolutely no way i can sum her up in a few worlds, nor her life story, nor will I attempt to. I sit and listen. Cuz I’m a Good Boy™.
Lifemate? Probably not. If we end up Just Cuddlebuddies, fuck man, I’ll take it. When you’ve been alone for so long, you don’t know the safety of The Boobnook™.
(Also, I’m not blind that generalizing her as schizo-bipolar may actually be closer to a shorthand than I realize.)
LIfe keeps going even if you don’t.
Whether it’s expanding my character sheet, or my knowledge base of fellow humans, I’m going to take the time to listen to her story.
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