I’ve been known to say I hate cuddling. Not because I am purposely trying to break gender stereotypes, but because I’m a rather hyperactive individual who always HAS to be moving/doing something. Moreover, to me cuddling seems to intimate- even more than sex….because at least when you’re having sex you’re doing something (no pun intended). But when you’re “cuddling” you have to just sit still and be comfortable with yourselves if that makes sense. To me it’s a bit more meditative & personal than having sex (I’m sure you could argue the opposite but these are just my thoughts).
Anyways, yesterday me and this guy were lying in bed watching fights. We’ve done this before many times- lying in bed while watching boxing/MMA fights. I guess you could say we were cuddling since we were all over each other (not in a sexual way at the time but in a “sweet” way). But the funny thing is that I didn’t mind it. It didn’t freak me out like the notion of cuddling normally does.
I guess you could argue that this didn’t freak me out because we were doing something aka watching the robbery that was the last Pacquiao fight. But I actually think it was kind of beautiful that a mutual passion brought us closer together. Not in an “OMG WE’RE SOULMATES WHO ARE GOING TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER” kind of way. But I think it’s beautiful when you find someone who is similar to you, who shares the same interests & values and how that is the basis of your connection.
Maybe that’s me. I’m naturally an independent person. So if I do find someone who I am willing to open up to- they have to be pretty damn special if you know what I mean. Not because I am super cocky and on a high horse, but because I have trouble letting people into my life and letting my guard down sometimes (no pun intended….but Pacquiao had great blocking that night, even when Bradley was hitting some of those shots they weren’t getting through).