hooray! it's not just me!

reading mimi smartypants this morning i was happy to discover that i am not the only woman on earth who hates the snuggle. if there is one thing that breaking up with the fisherman has been good for, it is that i don't have to pretend to enjoy bed snuggles any more. in fact, i have decided that i will never again fake an interest or enjoyment in cuddling, because aside from the five minutes before or after sexy time, i have no use for it. yes, that makes me an asshole. what's weird is that i like hugs, and i like napping together on couches, but when it comes to bed i just want to sleep and it's impossible to do that while someone is either groping/pawing/or petting me. i have actually been woken up by the fisherman and rolled over to say, "dude, stop touching me" before falling back asleep. i blame it on the fact that he woke up from a sound sleep, but i felt that way pretty much the whole time we shared a bed. the first night i got to sleep alone on the couch i was so relieved to get to just go to bed and sleep, regardless of the fact that i now sleep on something less comfortable than a bed of nails. a bed of nails soaked in rubbing alcohol, to be exact.

so while the breakup is continuing to plod along uncomfortably i am at least happy to have quiet sleep-time back.