Oh, the things we find on the internet. Earlier today, while we were exploring the wonderful world of Pinterest, we came across the Blandito. What is a Blandito, you ask? We’re wondering the same thing.

The Italian company that makes Blandito says:

For every time you need a break, a snooze, a little bit of sweet idleness, blandito® fits your body, wraps it, hugs it. With no hard structure inside, it is soft and malleable, its covering is completely removable and machine washable.

So basically, it’s a big, soft, hot dog/burrito/taco shell that you can change the shape of, sleep in, and awkwardly spoon in. It looked strange to me at first, but I have to admit, now I kind of want one. Check out our gallery of Blandito pictures and judge for yourself. Read More »

You know what? For once I don’t have anything negative to say. Halle-freaking-lujah! Cuddles are are fantastic. Hugs are amazing. Salacious cuddles? Yes, please. Friendly hugs? Hell yes! Comforting cuddles? Great! Free hugs because I’m a ginger? Always welcome. I am a huge fan of cuddling, and I’ve been fortunate enough to not yet meet a man who ain’t one, too. In my experience, boys love cuddling and aren’t afraid to admit it.

I’ve also found that hugs are a pretty non-contentious issue. Thank heavens! Although most matters of intimacy are fraught with politics, I find hugging to be a refreshingly simple act that rarely leaves any party dissatisfied. See someone who needs a hug? Offer one up. Need a hug yourself? Go hug someone – anyone! It’s as simple as that.

Oh alright, there are a couple of rules to hugging – let’s explore: Read More »

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Lesson learned: No good ever comes of hooking up close friends. Especially when you’re right in the middle of their bromance sandwich.

One night, my friend Alex and I were hanging out at his place, watching his roommates play XBox (obviously my dream date). We were all just hanging out and chatting, sipping on some brewskis. Everything was pretty low key until Alex and I decided that TV in bed sounded much more appealing. We disappeared up to his room only to find his bed already occupied. Our mutual best friend Ben was face-down, passed out in his boxers.

Being the 250 pound rugby player that he is, we decided it was probably best to just leave him and sleep in Alex’s roommate’s lofted queen size bed (God, I love college). With Ben’s history of barely being able to be woken up when violently shaken, we decided it was safe to fool around quietly. And we did…before falling into  a post-workout slumber. Read More »

While spending some much needed time with my guy friends, I’ve noticed something rather peculiar about them lately.  Besides learning that I will be physically removed from the room if I utter a word during episodes of Lost, I have come face to face with their overly homoerotic relationships they hold with one another.

OK, they’re not making out, but they’re getting pretty damn close. In one example (true story) I witnessed a group of hockey guys actually doing body shots off of one another. Yes. Whipped cream and all.  Talk about a physically pursued bromance.  In other examples, I have been exposed to drunken snuggle fests (including fights for big spoon), long embraces, and the occasional butt slap.

Like dudes, whoa, save it for the locker room.

Was this some sort of sociological discovery? Were guys actually more intimate and emotional with one another than we had all thought? Was I going to be honored with some sort of Nobel Prize for my “research” in gender studies?

Hm, maybe not. While guys may hug it out from time to time, they’re still not sharing any sort of feelings. At all. In fact, two of the very same guy friends who have weekly Bro Dates built into their schedules were hooking up with the same girl at the same time and had no idea.

How could that be? Considering how much time they spend together, how could that never come up? What the hell are guys talking about? Read More »

If someone were to ask me what was the worst day of my life to date, I would have to take them back to freshman year.  I was young and naive and spent the better part of that fateful day being scammed by a nice man on the telephone who told me I had won a diamond watch and a trip to Hawaii. Thankfully, my roommate walked in just as I was reciting my credit card and social security numbers into the phone. She promptly snatched the phone away from me, called the guy a few choice names, and saved me from a world of shame.

After that poor display of gullibility, I decided to stay in that Friday night to work on my studies and perhaps regain a little pride in myself. It figures that the one night I decide to stay in, my roommate comes back to the room at 3 a.m. and tries to sexile me. Woken from a sound sleep, I had no desire to relocate. So I did what any other good roommate would do: I broke out the trusty iPod, cranked up the jams, and let them have their fun. Read More »

My sorority family is insane and I love them. But I have never made it home from a family dinner alive… or with my dignity. Our propensity for tequila has always gotten the best of me. At our last family dinner, they found me exchanging clothes with a frat guy and then laughing and pointing as another family member rolled down an extremely steep hill.

So, needless to say, they decided to send me home with an escort that evening so as to avoid the morning after “OMFG YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I DID AFTER I LEFT LAST NIGHT!” phone call.

Well, escort in tow, things were going well on the walk back to my dorm room (I mean, my clothes were still on and I hadn’t tripped in front of oncoming traffic), until I happened upon a young man walking by himself. As the story goes (because I certainly don’t remember this), I latched onto his arm and made delightful conversation all the way home. My escort walked me all the way up to the door, waited as the strange suitor walked away, and then left me to go back to her own dorm.

Little did she know this man and I had other arrangements. Read More »

It was one of the many nights when I should have stayed in and done homework, but decided/was forced to go out with my roommates for a night of belligerence. Standard.

I’d been seeing this guy and I was starting to get over it, but I still wanted him to go out with us anyway. I mean, I needed someone to flirt with/take home at the of the night and he was an easy kill. The night progressed as our nights out tended to: shots, pitchers, mixed drinks, and dancing…lots and lots of dancing. The kind of dancing that you’d rather do naked. And the kind of dancing that inevitably ends to doin’ it naked.

We stumbled our way home and after some drunken snacking on chips, cheddar goldfish crackers, and some random mac and cheese, lovaboy decided to start hinting that he was ready for “bed.”  Since my roommate was fast asleep (Read: completely passed out in a drunken stupor), we decided to do it in the bathroom. Yes, we were a considerate pair; we wouldn’t want her waking up and seeing some naked booty 6 feet away. Read More »

Don’t get me wrong, I love me some sexy time, especially early in the morning. But as much as I love to kickstart my day with a roll in the sack, there is nothing I heart more than a really good cuddle sesh. Totally girly, I know.

How can anyone not love it, though? Just laying around, feeling the adoration of your partner… It’s what sets the one night stand apart from the real I’m-totally-into-you relationship and, in my opinion, the most intimate act a couple can do.

Everyone knows that guys don’t feel the same way, though. If you’re not boinking, they want no part of it. But why is that? And how do we get our dudes to devote some quality time to being the big spoon? I asked and a dude answered. Here’s what he had to say: Read More »

Got a question for the Tuffster? Email her at tuffyluv@collegecandy.com to be featured in her weekly column! ASK ASK ASK!!!

Dear Tuffy Luv,

Continuing your theme of lists from last week– what are the different kinds of sex toys?

Thanks!!

BunnyRabbit Read More »

I’m not all that affectionate with guys, even with boyfriends, and I think PDA’s are lame, but there’s nothing I like better than a good spoon.

Spooning makes me feel all warm inside, like a cozy cup of cocoa on a chilly winter’s eve. Too much?

One morning, I was in bed with a guy I had taken home the *very* drunken night before. We were just laying there, face-to-face and disgustingly dehydrated, and that’s always a very awkward thing when you haven’t brushed your teeth and don’t even remember where the hell he came from in the first place. Oh, I remember….the bar.

Anyway, I turned over on my side, my back facing him, in hopes it would alleviate the awkwardness, and that’s when I felt The Spoon take over. The warm embrace of two people who barely know each other, but somehow feel comfortable enough to wrap their unclothed bodies around one another like a cute little pretzel. I was instantly calm again. And then, as we laid there in the silent thick of Spoon, he said the most adorable thing:

“I wish they made beds that made it easier to do this. My arm f*cking hurts.”

A thought so eloquently put. But really, this guy was certainly on to something here. So on, in fact, that he will be happy to know, that there IS such a bed! Another frustrated spooner named Mehdi Mojtabvi has created The Love Mattress for all of our spooning needs. Read More »