2.5 years and counting.
If you define it as romantic intimacy then never. I am 45 years old and never had a romantic encounter of any kind, no sex, foreplay, kissing cuddling, hand holding, hugging. I am very shy and physically unattractive to women in any case, and it is very often lonely.
Not counting family: going on 6 years. It sucks and I hate it, especially when the roommate is currently deeply involved in just the type of girl I’d be interested in. Lucky bastard.
Too damned long and I’m getting god damned tired of it.
Non-platonic only, here.
November 18th. What’s that, like, 18 days?
A kiss after I took her out to lunch to celebrate her (finally) getting an interview for a job in her field.
She dumped me to go back to her shiftless drunk of an ex-boyfriend two days later.
I have a date in two days, though. So (knock wood), the streak will end at 20.
Intresting.
I remember this one period I went through right after my divorce. I had taken up a special project at work which meant I had to work nights completely alone for about six months. Basicaly, my routine was I’d go to work alone then come home alone then go back to work COMPLETELY alone.
Sure I had days off durring this time period but I was too depressed about my diviorce to want to go anywhere and socialize.
Well, at the end of the six months my project was done I decided I was going to stop by my neighborhood bar for a drink or two. It was late, on a weeknight, so there really wasn’t anybody there to speak of. So despite the fact that I was going out to actually interact with the real world I was still pretty much alone.
Until…
This lady sneaks up behind me, wraps her arms around me and kisses my neck. I turned around to see who it was. It was an old (platonic) friend of mine who I hadn’t seen in ages. We chatted for a while but the whole time I was chatting with her I could feel this massive surge of tension rushing out of my body. More aptly like a roaring rapid.
On my way home that evening I couldn’t help thinking how humans truely are tactile crreatures. It amazed me (still does) how something so simple as a human touch can be benificial to ones health; Both physicaly and mentaly.
Then I start to think about how those pre-me babies go through that touch thearopy and get even more amazed.
I noticed your interests include love and romance. Do you ever yearn? I yearn, too.
Does the last time I got my hair cut by an attractive woman at SuperCuts count?
Yes I do, totally unrequited but there is always hope I like to believe.
Probably about as long as I haven’t had sex. Anyway, long enough ago that I can’t remember, so maybe ten years. I guess I am just not attractive or lovable.
This thread is like Eleanor Rigby:
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?
A couple of months, maybe four, and that’s strictly romantic intimacy. Hugs? I don’t think I’ve gone over a couple of weeks without a hug. I’ll ask a stranger I barely know for a hug before I go two weeks without one.
I don’t really either. My family only hugs when we go leave before or come back after a long trip, and we don’t kiss. My parents and I are really close, so it wasn’t a case of neglect when I was young or anything, but I do wonder if the fact that I have never been comfortable touching people is closely related to my failure to ever have a romantic relationship (24-year-old woman here).
There’s a story I’ve heard from several priests - I don’t know if they have all been told the same thing or if they story has entered priestly mythology 
- that elderly people say that the exchange of the peace is the only time they are touched all week. I have thought it pretty pathetic that I could say the same thing, and I’m not a 78-year-old widow.
I would say probably about 3 months would be the longest I’ve ever gone without any kind of physical intimacy and that was probably a year and a half ago after I moved 1500 miles from home. I don’t think I have gone more than 3 or 4 days without that kind of contact since then. This thread makes me want to go around hugging strangers to make sure that everyone gets some kind of physical contact in their day. Since I don’t want to get shot I will just let everyone go about their business but it will be difficult not to hug people randomly tomorrow.
I don’t know. November 2004 to Summer 2005? My family is in Tennessee, but I was in Oregon at the time, didn’t know anyone but the married couple I lived with, and had a broken leg. I spent 90% of the six months it took to heal pretty much by myself in my apartment.
I moved in with some others shortly after that, then back to Tennessee in 2006, and my family’s affectionate enough, as are my friends. I get friendly pats on the shoulder or back often enough, I guess, and the only friend I really hang out with hugs me hello and goodbye every time we hang out.
I am a toucher, but unfortunately, can’t find anyone that wants to touch me (romantically) in return. I am 48 years old and never had sex, tho I have messed around in the (all-too distant) past.
I do have friends that hug when we see each other, which is wonderful. One in particular gives the BEST hugs known to mankind, almost as if he is trying to absorb you. Mmmmmm… I live for his hugs, even tho I am lucky to see him a couple times a year. 
There are long stretches in my life where the only physical contact I get at all is my dogs and cats. They are ALWAYS ready for a hug or a cuddle, and is the main reason I have them.
I know that when babies don’t get physical contact, they actually die of “failure to thrive”. I wonder where the dividing line is. Three years old? Five?
Officially from May until last Saturday (though my marriage before that was fairly un-tactile). It was pretty horrible.
During that time a drunk friend kissed me once on the lips and I cuddled her a bit, and my roommate has held my hand a couple of times (!) when she was drunk, but apart from that I pretty much ached for physical contact.
Then last weekend I finally met a girl who loves cuddling and kissing me… and vice versa. Amazing! 