“Come over, let’s cuddle”

Friday night, my phone lit up with a text from G. We’d met at a party a few weeks ago and hit it off.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

He’s trying to make a last minute plan, but I’m bored and willing to go out since we live in the same apartment building.

“Nothing, just studying a bit”, I reply.

“Wanna come over and watch a movie? Let’s cuddle”

I retched.

“Cuddle” ultimate red-flag word for me. If we’re not fucking, I don’t want to cuddle. If you’re not taking me out, I don’t want to see you.

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