| Carolyn Hax is away. The following appeared March 10, 2012. Dear Carolyn: My boyfriend and I share a house but not a bedroom. The sex life is fine, it’s just that he has feet like something you’d find in an ice block and he cuddles like an orangutan. Cute — except when you wake up abruptly because it feels like someone poked your knee with an icicle. (He has been known to startle himself awake with his feet.) I sleep badly at the best of times, so after a couple of attempts at compromise (socks... he peeled them off with his toes; hot-water bottle... I stole it; electric blanket... I woke us both up flailing around in an overheated mess), we went with turning the office into another bedroom. Bit weird maybe, but it works for us. Only problem is, he mentioned it to his brother and now his mother is convinced (and delighted) that we’re about to break up. Attempts to convince her otherwise tend to fall on deaf ears, and she checks to make sure there is still a bed in the office every time she visits. Latest? She tried to set him up on a date with the daughter of a friend of hers. The only ways out of this that I can see are going back to lying awake at night staring at the back of his head with laser eyes of wakeful hatred or telling his mother she is an interfering old bat. Neither seems like a great option. — Cold feet . . . Cold heart? | 
