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My Teddy Bear...
My Teddy Bear...
arctophile n. person who loves or collects teddy bears
That'll be me then. I *adore* teddy bears, and I'll admit to having a little stash of them. However, I don't have them lining every possible shelf and corner of every room in the house, and no, I don't have a collection of them on my bed. I have one or two sitting on the window-sill in my bedroom, and the rest are packed away in a box, under my bed. Poor things, but then I like to think of it as protecting them. They are collectibles, and one day, one of my grand-children will make a lot of money from my madness!
It was something else that made me think of my teddy bears, though. This time last week, I was sitting across the dinner table from My Wonderful Bit On The Side. He had arrived at our hotel just an hour earlier, and I had been waiting for him in the foyer of the hotel. After greeting him, I had taken him back to our hotel room, so that he could freshen up before dinner. Once getting to our room, we were able to have that all-important unashamed snog and cuddle.
Now... when it comes to men, I tend to go for tall, dark-haired and clean-shaven. I'm not fussy on how much hair they have (lol, Mr Hansen has a bald spot that has been increasing in dimension over the long years), but I do like it that they look "neat and tidy"... I guess I go for short back and sides, when it comes to hair. My Bit On The Side fits all of these categories, bar one. *He* has a beard. He keeps it very neat, though, and for some reason that I cannon explain, I love his beard. I love stroking his beard, and it was today that I realised why. Whenever I stroke his beard, I feel like I am stroking my favourite teddy's fur coat.
I can't help myself. In bed, at breakfast, in the coffee-shop over coffee and cake, walking along the river. Every once in a while, we would pause, perhaps kiss, and I would stroke his beard. I find it rather calming and soothing to stroke it, and I am rather pleased that he has vowed that he will *never* shave it off. It is a very important part of him, and I simply could not imagine him without it. It would be like losing my favourite teddy!!
Our time was brief, and I know it is no replacement for the wonderful man I spent time with, but if I find I'm missing him, I simply reach out and stroke my favourite teddy's fur.
3/20/2006 3:18 pm
So the big and obvious question, Helga, is whether stroking the teddy bear now reminds you of him ... if so, you are only one step away from a brand new fetish! Watch my blog for details! |