I hate to cuddle. In relationships I’m a hugger not a cuddler. Is that weird? Do I get my lady card revoked? What’s the obsession with cuddling, anyway? Who placed such a high premium on being interlocked with someone else for such a long time?
I’d like to find the first person who was like “Hey, let’s just lay here and hold each other,” yank them aside by the ear and tell them they’ve ruined everything for people like me, who place an importance on personal space.
Cuddling is awful. Unless we’re about to freeze to death or tandem sky-diving I don’t want to be attached to someone else for longer than 60 seconds, tops.
The weekend after my 19th birthday the guy I had been consistently hooking up with for about eight months asked me to spend the weekend at his house because his parents were out of town. So I did. It lasted one night. In the early morning hours of Saturday morning I got dressed and left quietly. I called my mom crying. I felt like I had somehow failed as a person because I just wanted to go sleep in my own bed, in my own space.
The guy was furious and ranted about how my stealth departure made him feel rejected. I tried to explain that I just like my own space but he wasn’t buying it, and for a while, I didn’t believe myself either.
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