I’ll be honest—I'm not emotionally available right now and probably won’t be for a while. Life, am I right? But recently, something gave me a confidence boost: I was told my hugs are healing. Like, no joke, apparently I could open a wellness retreat just by being my bear-hugging self. Long story short, I was into her, she was into me, but she didn’t see us as a match. So, I had to say farewell and walk away like a dramatic movie protagonist (cue sad violin music).
What I’ve realized, though, is that I really miss having someone to cuddle with. I want someone I can hug, talk to, and share kindness with—someone who’d be like a wolf licking my wounds while I lick theirs. (Okay, not literally… unless you’re into that?) My wound? A fear of intimacy. But I’m learning. I’ve discovered how much I love just spending hours cuddling, massaging, and figuring out what kind of touch makes someone else feel amazing. I’m thoughtful like that.
Humor is also a must for me—I do stand-up and improv, so laughing together (and having ridiculous inside jokes) is non-negotiable. You should know I’m the kind of person who will notice the little things about you, who will listen when you talk, and who will make you feel truly seen. For a while, I was basically the unofficial therapist for four friends at once—so if you need someone to talk to, I’m your guy… but fair warning, I might invoice you in hugs.
I know I’m asking for a lot, but I’m also willing to give a lot. If you’re looking for someone who will care about you deeply, make you laugh until your stomach hurts, and give hugs that may or may not cure sadness, I might just be your guy. Let’s lick some metaphorical wounds together, yeah?
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