A chink in my armour

Im not quite sure what it is. But recently I've felt that something is missing....waking up every morning, its getting colder, the days are getting shorter and darker and there is that particular smell in the air. You know it. The leaves are falling, the TV typically is getting better (its stay at home TV), soup and salad arent really doing it anymore and sausage and mash seem much more appealing - sadly with the accompanying tummy rolls!
Ive looked back at the last few months, climbing Kilimanjaro and falling in love with Africa, starting a new job, going to NYC for a decadent long weekend, rocking the Kasbah in Marrakech and so much more between,  in fact a lot of men in between ( not like that!)....and everythings been great. But here's the chink in my armour. All this fun, all these fantastic experiences, all these months of being a steel magnolia I wouldn't mind having a bit of fragility, being a delicate fragrant Jasmine. These cold autumn nights make me want a snuggle, a nice warm snuggle. With just one man.