My Personal Space.

I’m all alone today. My sister and her husband are away for the weekend and I’m making my own food. Today I can eat what I want and when I want. My sister’s daughter invited me for lunch but I declined the offer. I need to be alone sometimes.

I maintain a personal space around me that only my lover, my parents, siblings, children, and grandchildren can violate at will. Of course, there are some other exceptions like the hairdresser, physician, dentist, and so on.

Big flirt that I am, I’m not the hugging or touching type. This is perhaps the main reason why everybody accepts my flirting. I don’t like people hanging on me and I hang on nobody. This is now the people other than a lover. She is the always welcome and I normally cannot get enough of her presence.

Other than my direct family, I seldom touch people. My friends, extended family (cousins etc), and their spouses are only permitted inside my space when we greet or congratulate each other. And then they must shake hands (or kiss) and bugger off or I will take a step backwards.

When I shake somebody’s hand and he holds onto my hand for too long, like some church brothers do, I will soon remove my hand. I’m not fond of dancing but when I do, I try to maintain my distance as well as I can.

But the funny thing is, I get annoyed when a woman offers me her cheek when I congratulate her on something. The same applies if she kisses me on the cheek when she congratulates or wishes me on something. It is just too impersonal and if she cannot kiss me on the mouth, I won’t even bother next time. Hell, I don’t have TB!

Naturally, there are times when physical contact with strangers is unavoidable. When you leave a rugby stadium after a game, it is impossible not to touch people but that type of contact does not bother me. Why would it be that I’m quite prepared to be squashed by strangers but don’t like it when a friend put his hand on my shoulder?

Have a great day and forget about the Monday blues looming on the horizon.