He asks
wanna cuddle
Of course I do. Of course. The only problem is the STDs floating around, the serial killers lurking about, my (in)sanity, and the facts being what they are. Fact: I have never heard the sound of his voice. Fact: I asked if he had a good weekend and his reply was “not bad.” Fact: I told him I couldn’t cuddle because I was a good girl. Fact: I think I lied.
No can do
I said
Good girl here
I am not a whore. I was a virgin until I was 29, and I do not kid. I just never wanted to make love or fuck. But then the switch was flipped. And now it’s Two. One that didn’t matter. One that shouldn’t have mattered but did. He could’ve been Three.
He laughed it off
haha…I tried
Of course he did. Why shouldn’t he? I was mainly amused, but now I’m not. I think it’s because I lied. I can’t cuddle because I’m cold. I can’t cuddle because I’m a sad girl. I can’t cuddle because he doesn’t really want to cuddle. I can’t cuddle because cuddle is code for fuck and I’m tired of being fucked.
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June 2, 2009 at 1:54 pm
mariana
I loved it!
I can’t cuddle either, it freaks me out. I can’t even sleep in the same bed, when it isn’t at least 5 by 5 meters
June 2, 2009 at 2:04 pm
poeticgrin
Life writes your poetry, doesn’t it, M’Lady? It’s effortless for you.
June 3, 2009 at 3:07 pm
medicatedlady
mariana…haha.
poeticgrin: child, please, you know it’s true.