In 2010, CNN reported that the British hotel chain Travelodge did a study and determined that 25% of men take teddy bears on the road with them when they travel for business. Wow, I thought, and how many more actually sleep with them every night but are just too embarrassed to travel with one?
When I read the survey, I shared this information with my husband, who promptly asked how that information was obtained. “Did they have the housekeepers search the rooms of their guests??”
“I don’t know, the article didn’t say,” I said. “Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering if men actually display them on their beds, or if they hide them in their suitcases and only take them out at night?”
I grinned. This survey information really seemed to upset him. “I don’t know,” I said. “But you might want to take that lock for your suitcase next time. Just in case, I mean.”
He nodded thoughtfully. And that was the end of the conversation. At least until recently. Earlier this year I informed him that I was going to start my own website, complete with a blog. And like a typical man, he asked “why?” I looked at him with that look that we wives give our husbands when they say stupid stuff like that to us, and calmly explained my ideas and my vision.
And then I thought about how I could use my website to embarrass him and make him pay for asking the “why” question. And then it hit me. I would write an article about the men who travel with their teddy bears, and tell the world that he is one of them! So there it is folks. And its name is BB, which used to stand for Blue Boy, but since my sister re-stuffed him a couple of years back, he has been renamed Buff Body.
I knew there would be repercussions for exposing this information about him because he is an Officer in the Military (God bless our soldiers), and he would never want any of the “guys” to know he sleeps with a snuggly, but I decided it would be worth the risk. Besides, as long as none of his shipmates, as he sometimes calls them, read this blog, his secret will be safe.
And then, being the kind, loving and supportive guy that my husband is, he smiled and said “That’s great honey, but first of all, you know that is a heinous lie, and second, if you dare tell such a grievous lie in your blog, you might just find Timmy missing one of these days.”
“You wouldn’t! Not Timmy!” I admit to having more than a few stuffed animals, and Timmy is the most special one. My mother made him and since she passed away 12 years ago, every time I miss her, I just give him a squeeze and can I feel her love.
Timmy is so well loved that he looks like I’ve had him since I was 8 instead of 28. But I’m not embarrassed to tell you this because I am, after all, a chick. And it’s cool for chicks to have stuffed animals. Guys? Not so much.
But I decided I just couldn’t take a chance on anything happening to Timmy, so here it is folks, I made the whole story up (except the part about the actually survey, that part is true). It was all a cruel lie (but fun, don’t you think?). BB does in fact belong to our daughter. But don’t worry folks, Timmy has been removed to a secure location, just in case.
What do you think about men who sleep with teddy bears? I want to know!