Are you listening?
I found my Prinze Charming! Well maybe not mine since we’ve never met and I’m probably his Mother’s age, but he did inadvertently make me remember something with his article No Strings Attached Snuggling. Being a single woman, I think snuggling is the thing I miss the most about being in a relationship.
When I was married I insisted on (and got) what I called the “60-second snuggle”. This was the most important part of every single day because it is the very thing that started every day. It may not have kept our divorce at bay, but it did teach us both that stopping to snuggle up for that single minute each morning — before anything else, had the power to change the course of our entire day. Sure we were laying there thinking about how bad we had to pee, but we also allowed our hearts to slow from the shock of the alarm while appreciating the feel, smell, and warmth of the one beside us. I’d challenge that it was quite possibly the realest part of any day we shared in all the years we were together.
I don’t think coupled up people understand and appreciate — or appreciate enough, the power of human touch because in one way or another it is an existing part of their daily lives. A casual touch on the hand, a brush of a shoulder, a kiss good-bye, a hug…
When you are single sayings like “few and far between” don’t quite cut it. Human touch is damn near non-existent for most single people. No wonder we all have cats or dogs!
I hug and hold my children all of the time. They are adults now so it isn’t quite the same as when they were little and wanted nothing more than to be on my lap or in my bed. I hug friends and shake the hands of new acquaintances, but the absence of wrapping one body around another is deeply felt whether the night is cold or a naked on top of the sheets kind of night.