No me toques!
I didn't realize just how little physical human contact I have these days until I went out with a touchy-feely old friend recently. She just. Kept. Touching. Me. She uses touch for emphasis, I know, and is easily affectionate, as are many of my friends. And thas' cool, really. Usually, I don't care, but I don't think I have any other friends who are so, er, hands-on. Like, "Blah blah confindential point," lean in, hand grab. "Yap yap like your hair/clothes," pat stroke grab. "Chit-chat this is fun!" Hug pat. Either she is more touchy-feely than my other friends, or I am having serious personal space issues. I swear, every now and then I would catch myself thinking, goddamn, why are you touching me again?!?! Huh. Guess I won't know if it's her or me until I start gettin' some regular contact (nudgewink) again.
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You know what's funny is, I have to know someone real well to feel comfortable with them grabbing hold of me YET I get a couple drinks in me and I'm all hands. I'm a lovable drunk. "GIMME A HUG!" I don't understand it.
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