There are two types of cuddling people.
1. The obligatory cuddler.  The act of cuddling goes no further than the time watching television and those moments (and when I say moments, I actually mean nano seconds) when you decide to go to sleep and while getting into position, it would appear rude to not hold your partner long enough for him or her to fall asleep.
2. The full blown cuddler.  Cuddles during television and will often ‘nuzzle’ to get into better cuddling position and when it’s time for bed will cuddle long after both have fallen asleep.  If their partners switches positions during sleep, the full blown cuddler will then switch positions to accommodate.  This is usually done without even waking up.

With that said, Shaun is a obligatory cuddler and I am the full blown cuddler.  Our worlds collided when we met and realized that each was on the other side of the cuddling bridge.  During our marriage we have come to meet somewhere in the middle, but I believe it has taken it’s toll because some things have been altered in our cuddling DNA.

Me as a FBC no longer is a big ‘tv cuddler’.  Shaun as the OC has built in anti-cuddling mechanisms…probably created when we first met and I over cuddled him.

I figured this out last night in a lame attempt at ‘sleep cuddling’.  When Shaun falls asleep, it’s usually on his back…not optimal cuddling position.  If I wait awhile he will soon flip with his back to me. Perfect cuddling position.  His whole back is nice and warm and I’m the human ice berg.   He will soon start to toss and turn, probably because his body temperature as dropped 20 degrees in less than 30 seconds.
Insomnia and I arm wrestled and had thumb wars until 3 am last night and by the time I finally was tired enough to pass out, the heater had been off for quite some time and my upper body was nearing hypothermia.  There is only one way to get warm in this house and it’s either cuddle with Shaun or cuddle with Shea, they are both human furnaces. He was on his side; back to me; I moved in for the cuddle and like a wild animal he detected the movement and flopped on his back.  I sat there for a moment waiting for him to find his spot.  He turned his head away from me and I slowly slid my leg near his and scooted in.  The second my cold arm hit his warm belly his face turned towards me.
Here would be a good time to mention the fact that I don’t like to be breathed on.
I was willing to suffer through the breathing on my forehead if it meant that I could draw some heat from his wickedly warm body…but then he began to snore and his body began to curl into a ball.

I had to pull away because I was pretty certain he was turning into one of those rolly pollie bugs that when faced with danger just ball up and roll away.    This FBC had crossed the OC lines and his internal system was shutting down.

My foul mood this morning is being blamed on the fact that even though he has no recollection of the anti-cuddling, I’m still irritated.  Much like I would be if I had a dream and he was cheating on me in it.  I could hold a pissed off grudge over a dream for days!  I’m still pissed off at my ex-husband for a dream I had nearly 15 years ago. Don’t believe me, ask him…he is randomly reminded of the dream when ever the debate of him paying child support comes up.
“Oh yeah! WELL YOU HAD DINNER WITH CARMEN ELECTRA AND WHEN I CALLED YOU SAID YOU WERE HAVING DINNER WITH YOUR MOM!”
“and again, Kristine, that was just a dream you had…much like the dream of you getting your child support check on time.”