Rachel Bilson And Hayden Christensen Might Have Ended Because He Didn’t Like Going Out

Rachel Bilson and Hayden Christensen, a couple almost more mid-2000s than Ryan Cabrera taking a picture of a choice male hottie Teen Choice Award with a Motorola Razr phone, have recently split after 10 years together. One of the details given about the current status of what’s going on is that they’re “completely, officially done.” If People magazine’s source is to be believed, they’re completely, officially done because Rachel liked to go out and do stuff and Hayden didn’t.

The source, who I’ve chosen to picture as the ghost of Marissa Cooper, says:

“Rachel is very outgoing and her friends are very important to her. Hayden is the opposite. He can be very antisocial. Hayden never wanted to join her for special occasions, like weddings. Rachel had to attend by herself. Her friends thought she could do better.”

The source goes on to add that Hayden has “anxiety issues” which allegedly got worse after their daughter Briar Rose was born in 2014. The source claims Hayden got “protective and almost paranoid” of people getting pictures of Briar, to the point that he chose to drive across the country in an attempt to avoid paparazzi at the airport. Okay, but to be fair, that doesn’t seem that crazy. Avoiding paps at LAX is basically the celebrity version of American Ninja Warrior.

So Rachel likes to go out and party and socialize, and Hayden likes to stay home on the chesterfield, pop on the latest season of Letterkenny on Crave TV, and get elbow-deep in a bag of Kernels (aka an antisocial Canadian Friday night). I’m a stay-at-home type, so I’m on Team Hayden here.

But I don’t blame Rachel, or Hayden, for the demise of their relationship. I blame Paula Abdul! She taught a generation of kids in the 80s that a relationship could totally work between someone who goes to bed early and someone who parties all night. I’m sure there are people out there who make it work, because opposites attracting and whatnot. But getting dragged to something when you’ve already got one foot in your sweatpants or half a mug of Sleepytime Tea in your gut seems like kind of a deal breaker.

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