AJC’s Jeffry Scott: Snuggle Master

Scene: Saturday, late night. The editorial offices of That Other Paper. Outside, a cool breeze blows and traffic hums along. Fluorescent lights hum and flicker as the newsroom sits empty, save for one scribe. Intrepid reporter Jeffry Scott walks to the window, presses his cheek against the cool glass for inspiration, and his creative soul is ignited. Autumn is approaching. It is ... “snuggle season.” Bow-chicka-bow-wow.

In perhaps the most bewildering piece I’ve ever read in That Other Paper, Scott takes us on a hormone-raging ride and tells us why, when the mercury dips and the pagan solstice awakens the Druid in us all, we start getting cutesy under the covers. And here I thought cold weather usually just made us eat people.

I’ve omitted all the boring weather stats and compiled Dr. Love’s come-hither observations on whoopee season, which by itself reads like Ken Cook channeling Danielle Steel.

It’s almost that time of year when not even a headache can keep a couple apart ... Snugglin’ Season is upon us. ... But our fate is sealed, under blankets ... Who among us can stand to wait?

How bawdy, you seasonal sex correspondent! Mothers, lock up your daughters.