puppying [puhp-ee-ing] (verb): To behave in an excited and exuberantly enthusiastic manner over someone, like a puppy. Usage: You are puppying at me!
Submissive men who are into me ‘puppy’ at me. I call it puppying. I have no idea if I made that term up.
Puppying is when they are so excited every time they are around me that their whole body vibrates with delight, they get under my feet, they bounce around me, every pore screams “OMFG YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE HERE, SOOOOOO EXCITED!!!” If they didn’t have control they would lick my face and then pee on the floor.
Puppying is when every spare moment they have is dedicated to thinking about how to be closer to me, whether it’s in person, on the phone, via text, in email, on IM, on twitter… something, anything, to reach out and get some contact. And when they *get* that contact, they are beside themselves with excitement at the attention.
I love puppying from a man I like. I do. It is incredibly sweet to me, it makes me laugh with delight, it makes me soften with tenderness, it makes me want to pet him, it makes me want to scoop him up and put him in my lap where he will squirm with happiness.
There are many reasons I like it, but a big one is that in order to puppy at me, he has to make himself vulnerable. He has to NOT do some sort of ‘super cool’, ‘in control’, “Hey, how *you* doin'” act. It is a display of honest and open exuberance without the filters of self protection and for that reason alone, it is special and powerful and lovely to me.
To me, it’s ‘normal’ that someone who is into me behaves that way because that kind of openness is a trait of the type of man I like.
And puppying needs a foil to push against. Puppying doesn’t work with someone who is also demanding attention. He needs someone to *accept* his attention. And if I like someone, I am good at that. I don’t puppy back, that’s not how it works. He puppies at me, and I accept his attention with genuine pleasure and lots of petting.
That doesn’t mean that I am not just as eager and excited to see him, it just means that our ways of expressing it are different and that our natures are complementary. His need to express his excitement fits well with my pleasure at his delight. It just works.
So yeah, puppying, it’s a thing, and I love it.