Horndogs looking for a quick cuddle-and-run, listen up. A new study from really smart scientists has found that the chances of a cuddle session leading to sex are only one in six.
Researchers at the University of Michigan looked at the methods, motivations and eventual outcomes of the average couple’s cuddling sessions, and the results show it usually only leads to conversation, not copulation.
Over 500 men and women in relationships
were asked about the nature of their cuddling, defined as “intimate, physical and loving contact that does not involve sexual behavior and that involves some degree of whole body touching, not just hand to hand or lips to lips.” Read more…
Last week, we told you about Jackie Samuels, the woman who is selling her cuddling services to men looking for a consensual, non-sexual 60 minutes (for $60) of intimacy. Well, our friends over at the Elvis Duran Show spent a good 10 minutes talking about the Cuddle Slut, as I’ve taken to affectionately calling her (for the record, I consider myself a cuddle slut, as I love to cuddle, though I have not yet been savvy enough to charge), and her Snuggery business on their show the other day. Listen to the whole hilarious segment, after the jump! Keep reading »
We all know cuddling is the BEST thing to do with your significant other. But what if your boyfriend, roommate, or stuffed bear just isn’t in the mood? No fear, Jackie Samuels is here! This ingenious 29-year old New York woman now charges fellow snugglers $60 an hour to cuddle. Creator of her own business, called The Snuggery, Samuels firmly states that this is not about sex and that she always liked to cuddle and “it seemed pretty simple to [her].” Well, I know I’ll be ready to shell it out for Samuels whenever my Bear Bear just ain’t feelin’ it one night.
To the best of my knowledge, there is no technical name for my phobia. Although if we were to backtrack, I suppose it’s more of a fear than an actual phobia. Phobias directly impact your everyday way of life; this fear does not. I don’t wander the streets phobic that strangers are going to throw themselves on me for an instant cuddle puddle, because frankly, if that was acceptable societal behavior, I would have moved to the Yukon years ago.
We could start at the very beginning with my first breaths in Beverly, Massachusetts, but considering both my parents loved and cuddled me at, what I’m assuming, was a proper amount, it seems silly to delve into those first few weeks or months and try to find a reason. Keep reading »
Last night, I was chatting on the phone with a handsome and extremely tall (ahem, 6’7, and it’s niceeee) fella — let’s call him “The Tree” — I’m exploring a romantic connection with (this is my complicated way of saying “I haz a big ol’ crush on a giant and he has a crush on me too!”) when he mentioned something about not usually being a big cuddler. I, on the other hand, love nothing more than to have my limbs intertwined with another’s, so I was perplexed. “But why?” I asked. Keep reading »
Ew, this is every woman’s worst nightmare happening in real life: a creepy man dubbed “The Georgetown Cuddler” is going around D.C. college campuses, breaking into dorm rooms, and climbing on top of sleeping women. Last week, a female Georgetown student woke up at 4 a.m. to find a stranger in her home touching her inappropriately, just two days after another student woke up with a man believed to be the Cuddler lying next to her on the couch and covering her face. Apparently, this creep also likes to take a blanket from the victim’s bedroom, lay it on top of her, and then he lies on top of the blanket, too. Oh, and occasionally he tries to rape his victims “with varying success.” The Sexist blog, based in D.C., suggested more appropriate names for this creep could be “The Georgetown Entry-Gainer,” “The Georgetown Blanketlayer” or “The Georgetown Rapist.” Gross. Hopefully, some girl bonks this guy on the head with her vibe so police can catch the perv.
Alas, I know exactly how freaky this is, because the weirdo-in-my-bed thing actually happened to me once. Not with the Georgetown Cuddler, though. More, after the jump… Keep reading »