Affection was demanded in my original family. I had to be kissed and hugged, I had to kiss everyone present "good night" until I left home. I stopped giving a kiss good night to my parents at about age 13, so that I would not have to endure my father's embraces every night. I would kiss my mother only if he couldn't see.
Much as I love being touched and touching, I must have a choice, must give the choice to others. I take a while to warm up to people. In contrast to my ability to open myself up in writing, or for my patients, or for what I know will be very short term connections.
Probably why it didn't really bother me that it took Moby two months to decide to sit on me. And another few months to sleep on us. Only made me respect his discernment. For all that I can give a very energetic first impression, useful in finding jobs, I am really rather reserved by nature. Exuberant greeting is the compensatory act of a painful shyness, and a bone deep distrust of everything and everyone. I can push it aside with great skill, in my heart, I am closed and careful. Only those of proven integrity, over time, after much reassurance, get through.
This is not a trait I am proud of. Just one I have to deal with.
Thankfully, D took no offense, and kept laying out more proofs, until I could only be convinced.