I know the drop in endorphins can mimic the feeling of guilt--I've had an orgasm before, too. But good god, you should have grown out of that by the time you turned 18. I get it if you don't want to cuddle; most of the time I don't want to, either. But do you really have to make up some sad excuse? "Shit, I totally forgot I have somewhere to go." No, you don't. You're not fooling anyone. And the next time you call me at 2 o'clock in the morning, I'm not going to answer the phone. I'm not asking you to move in with me, just don't run away like you're about to turn into a werewolf. It's really confusing and insulting to us.