It was date night and a delicious red snapper dish was in front of me. I was distracted, though, because my flared-up ankles were screaming with itchiness. I started scratching … and then kept scratching - the kind of scratching that takes over your senses. After about ten seconds, I stopped and paid attention to my surroundings again. I almost felt awkward about it!
“Isn’t it crazy how I can have orgasmic-like scratching at a public restaurant?” I asked my husband? He didn’t understand what I meant and I explained that scratching a really itchy spot felt incredible for me.
“No - I think that’s just you. Or at least not most people,” he told me.
“What?! How does scratching feel for you?” I asked him, surprised.
“It feels like something awful ending,” he said. Well, that’s a negative take on the situation, I thought. Itching does feel like torture and I am glad when it ends, but I can’t ignore how good scratching feels.
So, the question stands - is scratching blissful or just the end of torturous itching?