We have other words for what you Americans call snuzzling, but I can’t tell you or I’d have to kill you and bury you in the artic tundra we got just north of here.

Since it snows here for over half the year and we are covered in ice, we get more snuzzling in than you- are you jealous?  We also know better, more romantic uses for maple syrup than you do.

When all the human snuzzling companions are taken before Canadian Thanksgiving, we then turn to our canine counterparts for warmth and affection. You get the idea.

- Wup -

I met this fella downtown during my friday night spaghetti dinner at the diner, except this time it was turkey. It was t-day itself, the deadline to get your snuzzlebuddy. I thought all the good ones had been taken, but I was wrong.

There he was – tall, dark, and covered in layers.

He struck my fancy.

We spent that winter riding his zamboni, until it thawed out.

- FiF-

p.s. Did you know walnuts have the natural ingredient in Viagra?

http://stanford.wellsphere.com/healthy-eating-article/are-walnuts-the-new-viagra/986

It doesn’t get super cold in LA, but cool enough to snuzzle. It can get down to 45 degrees sometimes. I met this guy during the misty evenings of February, the beginning of pilot season here when all actors are pinching their cheeks, all aflutter, hoping their show will get picked up. We regularly lit infernos in front of my fireplace at my Spanish bungalow in the hills.  We smooched at bonefires, bonfires by the beach.

By the regular tv season, he was out the door. He wasn’t the only one though. There were others besides him.

That’s how our snuzzling cycle works over here in the non-wintry states, in case you were wondering.

- Sultry across the freeway from Santa Monica -

F-TRAIN, NOT THE ROAD STRAIGHT TO BED

This isn’t graphic or sexual or specific like you may be looking for, well, maybe, depends on what your definition is,  but the citizen riders of the F-train at Houston going uptown every weekday morning at 7:45 a.m. are my winter snuzzlebuddies and they don’t even know it.

If I see a guy with a big goose down coat, I will position myself behind him and put my face up against it. The train is busy enough that it just looks like I’m pushing in to make room for others boarding. Same goes if someone has a nice scarf, fro, anything warm I might want to put my face on. I’m very polite and incognito about it.  I just love fall and especially winter for this reason.

I’ve seen some guys just go for it- like rub up against ladies on the train and get all, ya know, excited. I am not them.

Thank you riders for providing me your warmth and fuzziness on yon F-train, until the snow melts, then I have to figure out some new schtick.

- The Soho Adjacent Snuzzler-