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.
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.
Being a professional of human nature, I’d say girlie is trying to get her freak on. Ask her what’s up! I like my space, too, Sid. I don’t mind hugs and smooches when meeting and parting, but don’t touch and feel me up! That’s my man’s job! Is it a new friend or old friend? If its a new friend, beware . . .