Manhattan transplant Ali C. is billing herself as the city’s first professional cuddler, holding emotionally-charged snuggle sessions out of her Financial District studio apartment. “It’s a very healing experience,” Ali, 47, who asked that her last name not be disclosed due to privacy concerns, told The Daily News. “People are very vulnerable during the process.” The expert nuzzler launched her unorthodox venture, Cuddle U NYC, in November and has already had more than 30 clients — all men except for one female — come to her doorman building. It’s a peculiar phenomenon that is being replicated throughout the country — and uncharted waters for city regulators. Ali’s rates are comparable to a massage parlor: $60 for 45 minutes of spooning, $80 for one hour. An overnight stay, which has yet to be requested, is $500. She even offers a $200 movie and cuddle package, but is waiting for someone to take her up on the offer before buying a TV for her minimalistic apartment. A tissue box sits on a metal chair next to her full-sized mattress at all times, she said. “They’re absolutely necessary,” she said. “There’s a lot of tears.”
The Power of Touch
The equation is pretty simply [(money Exchanged) * (Witnessing the power of Touch)]+ tears = The best happy ending at a massage parlor ever!!! So I am impressed that this business model can work in setting devoid of erections. Jokes aside I know about the healing power of touch the first time I got laid was in my early twenties and I have to create some entertainment for myself those cold NYC winter nights. Seriously, I have like at least 10 inappropriate comments, I can just shoot-off, kind of like this ladies clients must do when they return home.
There are two NYC’s there is the NYC of the tourist and the NYC of the actually people who live here. Among the people who live here, there is a constant debate about authenticity. I grew up here, saw gang violence, police brutality first hand. I remember when Time Square was full of peep shows, and when crack hit big. I remember the son of Sam killer and everyone being scared to go out into the street. NYC is a tough city, it can crush your soul. Charlotte Perkins Gilman said it best: In New York City, everyone is an exile, none more so than the Americans.
In NYC it’s easy to find yourself exiled from human interaction. So I can see how the indifference and anonymity and isolation can wear someone down and why some people may find solace in paying someone to cuddle with them. I always wanted to run a tour and show people the real NYC I know, not the stupid fucking M&M store in Time SQ, next to the Olive Garden.
I Couldn’t Do It
Like most of my social circle, I am a undersexed, 32-year-old heterosexual male which means whether big spoon or little spoon all roads lead to some form of arousal (especially if she smells nice). Plus I could never let myself sleep around someone I didn’t know or trust, as I sleep extremely deeply. One night in our shit apartment in Brooklyn, we were robbed as we slept and I woke up to a knife placed by my head, and while I am on a tangent these mutha fuckas while robbing us drank my fucking apple juice… seriously is it bad enough that you’re robbing someone and place steak knives by the heads of sleeping children? To then go and drink my apple juice… it had my name on it …. that’s where I draw the line.
Anyways, I give good hugs though, so for what it’s worth, Who wants a free hug ?
How about you guys, would ever see a cuddle specialist?
Would you ever think of becoming a cuddle specialist?
If I could get over the trust issues and find clever ways to use an ice pack when necessary, would you visit me if I was a cuddle specialist/therapist ?