I am the hot one. I don't have the cold feet. When I was married, my husband had cold feet but they rarely touched me because he was nearly a foot taller than me. (No pun intended.) Now, my oldest daughter stay having cold hands and feet. She'll come snuggle with me in the middle of the night and put her creepy little cold hands on me and scare the shit of me. "Like, bruh!!! I love you but I will kick you out of this bed." Then she gives me the little kid sad face and says "But Mommy, you're so warm," and I relent. Take all my warmth, child.
It's my kink, Rod and quite frankily I'm offended. I would have stayed silent but now I feel I must speak up and speak the truth. Much like everyone else, cold feet have to be from an intimate partner and not just everyone. If my buddy Bob asks "can I put my feet on you?" I'm not going to say "Abu Dhabi lobby, come put your feet on me bobby." That's ridiculous. But my lover Rose is okay to put her feet on me.
We are not a monolith, Rod. I respect your frustration though and 1000% support it. Unconsensual cold contact is an offense and it must stop. (This message was supported by the Anti-Forced Cold Feet Movement)
I don't like it but in 24 years of marriage I've come to accept that I am my wife's foot warmer.
I've got extremities. Feet and Hands. Manicurists hate to see me coming and my wife avoids hugs from me in the morning. My hands could turn people into White Walkers.
However, unlike these FEMALES, I'm a KANG who will not harm his KWEEN with my Yakkub cursed appendages. Since my ARM, ARM, LEG,LEG are curse with the cave people's frostiness, I cannot be the true KANG I was meant to be since my HEAD is the only place of my warmth. The White Man cursed GAWD, and reversed GAWD, and turned GAWD into DAWG and made people search hard.
Now, how me talking about my cold ass hands got into full Hotep-ness,? Well, my hands aren't just cold, they a little ashy. Let me grab this coco butter. Peace.