“Cuddlr is a location-based social-meeting app for cuddling,” cuddlrapp.com explains. “Find people near you who are up for a cuddle. Have a cuddle with them. No pressure.” What could possibly go wrong? A question gigaom.com journalist Carmel DeAmicis set out to answer. Reading the headline above the article – I snuggled with a stranger using new app Cuddlr, and my fellow cuddlee had a gun – you’d know that Ms. DeAmicis wasn’t the gun-toter in this close encounter of the Apple walled garden kind. Not so smart, eh? And you might think she penned an anti-gun piece. Nope. Here’s how it went down, gun-wise . . .
We cracked beers and hung out in the kitchen for awhile, chatting with relative ease. We talked about life, and what led us to the Cuddlr app – she lost a close family member last week and was looking for something to take her mind off it. We talked about safety and security and the city, and she confessed that she checked the rooms in her home every night with a gun before she went to sleep.
“You’re not a serial killer are you?”
Monica, My fellow cuddlee
There’s nothing you want to hear more when meeting a stranger you’re going to cuddle with than that they have a gun. I had never actually seen one in person, aside from on a cop’s holster, so she led me into the bedroom and took it out from its hiding place, discharging the holster before teaching me how to aim. As I held its weight in my hand, I thought – I am the world’s biggest idiot for walking into a stranger’s home. Sure, I had set up a safety system with my colleague to call the cops if she hadn’t heard from me, but a lot could happen before that.
Cuddlr creator Williams agreed when I told him about it later. “That sounds terrifying,” Williams said. “You should meet up in person and have one of the many types of cuddles that preserve your personal space. That is the best way to manage the risk of cuddling with a new person.”
Sigh. There just had to be some anti-gun hysteria somewhere in the piece. But there mostly isn’t. In fact, the gun fondling seems to have been Ms. DeAmicis’ favorite part of the girl-on-girl action (or lack thereof).
The rest of my hangout with Monica was sweet and uneventful. After she taught me how to hold a gun – awesome – we spooned on the bed for awhile. I was the big spoon, in case you’re wondering. I pet her head, later she massaged my shoulders. It wasn’t too awkward, although it wasn’t the most comfortable situation I’ve ever been in.
So what could have easily been a prime example of anti-gun agitprop – connecting dangerous encounters with dangerous weapons – instead became a gun normalization article. Now that’s what I call winning. Now, shall we talk about the best carry rig for first-time cuddling?