RE: A Cuddle Booking Took an Unexpected Turn

It is 7:15 p.m. on a Sunday evening. My apartment is clean. Laundry done, floors vacuumed, bedding changed, dishes washed. I’ve showered. I was supposed to have a cuddle session with a woman today (original post from October 21), but that has now been pushed to Tuesday. We scheduled for today, and she originally said 2 or 3 p.m. Around that time, I asked if she was still coming. She said yes, but asked whether pushing it to 7:30 p.m. would be OK. I said sure. At 6:30, she messaged me, got my address, and then said she didn’t want me to be mad, but she hadn’t realized I was well over an hour away. She had to be at work early in the morning. Could we do Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday instead? Yeah... So I said fine, Tuesday is good. She messaged me, “Are you upset?” I wanted to say, “Yeah, I fucking am.” Instead, I just said I was disappointed. Then it got back to the weird part. Remember, this is supposed to be a platonic cuddle. She said, “Aww, I’ll make it up on Tuesday. I’ll bring…