Laughs-A-Lot and the Tickle Spot
When I am dating someone, I love to be close, and joke around. Tickling allows both, except that I am far more ticklish than anyone I date. It would be a physical impossibility, I think, for me to date anyone more ticklish than I am.
LAL and I would be sitting on his couch, watching a movie, and I would pounce and tickle, and he would, of course, laugh. He did NOT laugh, however, because he was ticklish. Oh no, he was laughing at me because he has no tickle spot.
Despite being told this over and over, I still would search him all over, looking for a tickle spot. Bubbles even told me, there is no tickle spot.
LAL says it is because as a kid he would ride his bike behind the huge truck that would spray a fog of pesticides. Our indoor soccer team, The Steamers, ran out on the field through fog, and he wanted to be a Steamer. He insisted that this was why there was no tickle spot on him. I was sadly disappointed, but still tried my best.
And then one day, it happened. I found the elusive tickle spot that LAL didn't even know existed! (I am still perplexed that he and his ex were together a total of 13 years, not including the 5 times he says he broke up with her in high school, and she never tried to tickle him!) It is on his back. I told him the pesticides may have killed the tickle nerves in the front, but not in the back. It was on. He was getting tickled CONSTANTLY. He was really worried about what would happen once Bubbles learned about this. They have a gave, not unlike Cato and Inspector Clouseau, where she jumps on him unexpectedly, and he tickles her until she snorts. You know what they say about pay backs!
The first week that he had Bubbles after the discovery of tickle spot, I never mentioned to her that I found it. He was sweating bullets, too. When she would go to her room, or sit on the other side of him, I would zap that spot with my long nails. My big guy would jump about a foot. He'd retaliate, but I couldn't help myself! And after tickling him, I couldn't help but smile to myself, much like the Cheshire cat. He would shake his head and just say, "You're so proud of yourself, aren't you?" Then my demonic laugh would burst out of me. After a while, in complete retaliation, LAL went into a tickling frenzy on me. Upon hearing my peels of laughter and shouts of, "Stop! I'm gonna pee!" Bubbles came out to see what was going on.
I looked at her pleadingly, "Bubbles...your daddy is tickling me!"
"She found a tickle spot on me Bubbles! She's been tickling me all night!"
Soon he had two of us pouncing on him. Bubbles and I had already bonded, but now we were a united front.
It got better, however. After Bubbles got bored with us and decided to go back to her room to watch Nickelodeon, there was another session of attack tickling. LAL was getting frustrated that my little and fairly flexible body allowed me to use my lets as well as my arms. He didn't think it was fair. It became worse when I pinned his right arm against his head using my fully extended legs. His arm flopped around uselessly and in a voice several octaves higher than normal, and laughing the entire time (OF COURSE!)he was squealing, YES, squealing, "I can't move my arm!" I finally couldn't take it anymore and had to let him go.
He swore it would never happen again. Guess what.
I am so glad he is such a good egg. I am also glad he still doesn't know about my blog so he can't read the stories I share about him.
LAL and I would be sitting on his couch, watching a movie, and I would pounce and tickle, and he would, of course, laugh. He did NOT laugh, however, because he was ticklish. Oh no, he was laughing at me because he has no tickle spot.
Despite being told this over and over, I still would search him all over, looking for a tickle spot. Bubbles even told me, there is no tickle spot.
LAL says it is because as a kid he would ride his bike behind the huge truck that would spray a fog of pesticides. Our indoor soccer team, The Steamers, ran out on the field through fog, and he wanted to be a Steamer. He insisted that this was why there was no tickle spot on him. I was sadly disappointed, but still tried my best.
And then one day, it happened. I found the elusive tickle spot that LAL didn't even know existed! (I am still perplexed that he and his ex were together a total of 13 years, not including the 5 times he says he broke up with her in high school, and she never tried to tickle him!) It is on his back. I told him the pesticides may have killed the tickle nerves in the front, but not in the back. It was on. He was getting tickled CONSTANTLY. He was really worried about what would happen once Bubbles learned about this. They have a gave, not unlike Cato and Inspector Clouseau, where she jumps on him unexpectedly, and he tickles her until she snorts. You know what they say about pay backs!
The first week that he had Bubbles after the discovery of tickle spot, I never mentioned to her that I found it. He was sweating bullets, too. When she would go to her room, or sit on the other side of him, I would zap that spot with my long nails. My big guy would jump about a foot. He'd retaliate, but I couldn't help myself! And after tickling him, I couldn't help but smile to myself, much like the Cheshire cat. He would shake his head and just say, "You're so proud of yourself, aren't you?" Then my demonic laugh would burst out of me. After a while, in complete retaliation, LAL went into a tickling frenzy on me. Upon hearing my peels of laughter and shouts of, "Stop! I'm gonna pee!" Bubbles came out to see what was going on.
I looked at her pleadingly, "Bubbles...your daddy is tickling me!"
"She found a tickle spot on me Bubbles! She's been tickling me all night!"
Soon he had two of us pouncing on him. Bubbles and I had already bonded, but now we were a united front.
It got better, however. After Bubbles got bored with us and decided to go back to her room to watch Nickelodeon, there was another session of attack tickling. LAL was getting frustrated that my little and fairly flexible body allowed me to use my lets as well as my arms. He didn't think it was fair. It became worse when I pinned his right arm against his head using my fully extended legs. His arm flopped around uselessly and in a voice several octaves higher than normal, and laughing the entire time (OF COURSE!)he was squealing, YES, squealing, "I can't move my arm!" I finally couldn't take it anymore and had to let him go.
He swore it would never happen again. Guess what.
I am so glad he is such a good egg. I am also glad he still doesn't know about my blog so he can't read the stories I share about him.
posted by Beth at
8:48 PM
1 Comments:
I was going to say that he probably has a tickle spot that would not be in public view but that is something you will have to find out for yourself.
I am so glad that you can get even with him for the tickling. I love to tickle Mark but I HATE when he does it to me. I think that there is no way that I tickle him as much as he is tickling me.
But, I do get even.
I wonder if you wil ever tell him about your Blog?!
It is a nice thing to have as kind of like a diary of your relationship.
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