WELL,
I pity my lovely wife. NOW, we cuddle when we get into bed, and we're wrapped up in each other nice and tight and cuddle for a while. I am the one who cranks out the most heat, but there are times when her furnace kicks in and we're just sweating buckets and it's off to the edges of the bed. Nary a foot touches then, cuz it's just too warm. Lately, since our marriage has been restored, we can't get enough of each other in bed, there has to be something touching, even if it's our long hair intertwining on the pillows. Does it say something about the nature of our marriage? For us, yes. When we were separating and going our separate ways, we didn't touch hardly at all. There was the odd kiss, the odd hug, maybe a foot, but that was about it. Then I moved out of the bedroom to the spare room in the basement where it was more conducive to our separate lifestyles (read, MY separate lifestyle) and the cool air was good for me. Add to that, I snored and ground my teeth badly for the past, ohhhhhhhhhh, 10 years or so since I had my first affair and my conscience was getting at me at nights.
BUT, now, since my conscience is clear, it's breaking old grinding habits and learning to relax, and my snoring rivals many a big chain saw, but, I love my wife, she loves me, and puts up with it. There's no place I'd rather be, than curled up with her in my arms.
Come to think of it, it's bedtime now, and she's headed there. I'm outta here!!! Waves...