You know how you don’t know how cold your hands really are till they touch another part of you? Well, there’s a uniquely male unpleasant experience I was just reminded of; racing inside to pee and then having to hold it while you rub your hands together to get some warmth back in them after getting a nasty surprise.
Yes, I know, completely pointless, but it’s a thought I wanted to share with someone.
Well, ok, then I will add my own TMI moment which just occured. I wear a 48G bra and as a result alot of heat is being generated beneath my breasts. As a result I’ve got a heat rash and just spent about 1/2 hour with an icepack tucked beneath the offending member.
Definitely TMI, but I kind of like the cold hands down there. It’s a little bit like ‘The Stranger’ but without having to go to the trouble of getting your hand to fall asleep first.
Yowza! I wasn’t expecting such… interesting replies, or any at all, really.
Purplkid_Caterer, I believe this is where I’m supposed to say: “How you doin’?”
pprgrl, I’m assuming you’re a girl, right? I’ve recently found my suppositions about several dopers’ gender was incorrect, so I’d like to double-check.
I do not understand this at all. Please elucidate.
I almost always have hands of ice (at home, at work, I’m active enough to have warm hands). I found I would apologize to my babies when I had to change them–like they knew any different, but still. It never seemed to bother my husband (the cold hands that is–I don’t change him!).
I believe pprgrl is referring to the practice of putting pressure on your arm to cut off blood flow until it “falls asleep” (loses some of it’s feeling) before pleasuring oneself to produce the sensation of having it performed by someone else.
While I’ve never practiced it myself, I’ve certainly heard of it before (and on this board a couple times no less).
Actually, as a guy I like the cold hand effect… there. Whether it’s mine or my wife’s. Her hands are always cold, and I’ve always found it a really nice sensation.
The cold hands problem also can mean you can’t activate those sensor-based sink faucets. I hate those damn things. I can never get them to see me. Likewise the cold water and ice machine in the cafeteria.
Worse, I have a longstanding and bitter resentment toward the larger category of automatic setups that do the wrong thing. So I have to drink warm water out of the manual kitchen sink tap instead, and it makes me less tolerant of Microsoft Word trying to automatically number my lines just because there’s a numeral in the leftmost position in some dataset I’m typing. Goddam goddam…
I’ve always particularly loathed the combination of a tendency to, erm, “turtle” under the same climatic conditions that give me icy hands. Just too damn much work for a piss.