“Babe. Babe. Babeeee. Baaaabeeee. Babe. Baby!”
Yep. That’s how it’s been since November’s rolled around. Not sure what it is about the cold weather, the snow on the ground, and the smell of buttered turkey in the air, but I’ve fallen under the cuffing season spell.
It was a gradual sort of thing. I remember coming home after a particularly long night of work and wanting nothing in the world than to be held. No talking, no hot shower, no fuzzy blankets, no Three Musketeer’s Bars or any type of food (which usually does the trick). Nope. I just wanted my boyfriend’s arms around me. And I didn’t care if he was sweaty, if he smelled like wet dog from being out on the soccer field, or if he was in the middle of a video game. I wanted his hands intertwined with mine, the crook of his shoulder for a read rest, and his lap for my legs.
Then I wanted more. I wanted to curl up next to him in the morning and not go to work. I wanted lazy Saturday afternoons, making scrambled eggs and waffles. I wanted him to rub my back and talk to me about his art class. Text me when he woke up. Let me know his dinner plans. Take me out to eat. I wanted him. Every day. Every morning. Every time I fell asleep. More and more and more.
Slowly, but definitely surely, I was becoming a CCSG (Crazy Cuffing Season Girlfriend).
Cuffing season: the dreaded months between late October and March, give or take, where the world seems to want nothing more than to latch humans together, tuck them into relationship boxes, and wrap them with colored paper and perfect bows. These are the months of couples, where being lonely is a sin, and finding yourself a ‘bae’ is a must.
To be honest, I haven’t really cared about the whole idea. I’ve been in this relationship for a decent amount of time, the buzz around the winter season didn’t really affect me. If anything, my bf and I were getting sick of each other. And cuffing season wasn’t real. Or so I thought.
Then come November…it was like falling in love all over again. Suddenly this boy that I thought I’d known became a foreign and wonderful creature. I admired the line of his jaw, the baby hairs at the base of his neck, the muscles in his back. I wanted to touch him. To run my fingertips over the scar on his hand, to tickle the sensitive spot next to his ribcage, to brush the tangles from his hard. He was new somehow. And freaking handsome.
Maybe it was because of the cold weather. Maybe it was something in the air. Maybe Cupid had a cold and coughed some love dust down to Earth. Who knows? But cuffing season had me writing love notes and tucking them under his pillow, waking up in the middle of the night and tucking his blankets around him, sending goodnight texts, and buying his favorite ice cream at the grocery store.
I was in full-blown I-Love-the-Sh*t-Out-Of-You-24-7-Complete-With-Squeeze-Hugs-and-Multiple-Kisses type of love. And maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe he needed a little TLC. Don’t we all? I’m still not sure if it was Cupid’s dust or the November chill…all I know is that I love loving. And the boy sure appreciates it, too. It’s been a happy month around here.
Republished on Thought Catalog: When You Suddenly Become A Crazy Cuffing Season Girlfriend