I'm going to hand in my girl card right now because although I like shoes, sparkly lip gloss, and chick flicks, I hate to cuddle.
I should clarify this slightly. I don't mind cuddling when I'm awake. When I'm awake, I like hugs a lot. But when it's time for me to sleep, I cannot STAND to be touched. Not even a hand hold. No, instead, I flatten myself against the wall and snuggle into my blankets, enjoying my personal space. Even weirder? I have a little stuffed dog that I hold onto when I sleep, and I really do sleep better with something in my arms. Something inanimate, because if my husband tried to snake his arm in there, I'd bite it off before I'd sleep with it.
Hollywood has led me to believe that I'm very bizarre, because I should be waking blissfully snuggled in my husband's arms, with a full face of makeup. And then we should totally make out right away, with no thoughts paid to morning breath. Instead, I thank him for not getting too close to me, then I snuggle up to him. When Luke slept with us, I made a brief change to my rule and could sleep with him touching me, but whenever I got the chance, I'd scoot him over by Shane, then enjoy my tiny bit of space.
Shane says that I'm a complete nut for not wanting to cuddle at night, but I'm going to say he's nuts for even thinking about wanting to give up his sleep space. But I'm not entirely sure, and unfortunately, you can't exactly walk up to strangers on the street and say, "Hi, DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE?!?!" without chancing a restraining order, so tell me, Blog World, do you like to cuddle?