I signed myself up to join a cuddle puddle then chickened out.
Basically, I didn’t want to snuggle with strangers.
I was afraid of bad breath, long toenails, and thrusting pelvises.
I have no idea if any of that would have materialized but for the first time in my life, I withdrew myself from an adventure and let it pass me by.
It’s not that I’m against cuddle puddles.
Actually, I LIKE the idea of them when I imagine I’m with a close group of friends who I know and find appealing.
I have a fantasy cuddle puddle – a group of men and women who I’d like to snuggle with.
In my mind, they’ve taken E and I’m just floating around in a sea of warm bodies, enjoying the sensations in my own body.
The thing about this fantasy is. . .
. . .it just MAY come true.
You never know what’s going to happen on the playa.
I could wind up snuggling with some truly delicious people.
Unfortunately, The Swede won’t be there.
He, of all people, should be in my cuddle puddle on account of my body is magnetized to his.
But I know of some other people who I think would make stellar snuggle buddies.
And (fingers crossed) I hope I get my wish.