Harb, exactly my point, the hug issue is always knowing when to stop. It would be so shy-making to have to be gently but firmly prised off, or being dragged forward as they tried to back away.
Harbal, there's some entertainment in watching some Brits meet abroad as they bob lightly up and down looking agonised and not knowing whether to dart in or not
Have to hope for a Daniela to take us all firmly in hand, eh?
Cupcake, I do tend to hug my daughter now more than I did when she was little, she was always rushing about so much in those days. She's easier to grab these days - well, when we're in the same country. Which is not very often
Interesting how many hand-shakers are appearing in what I had begun to think was a world of huggers!
Track, that's a generous offer, and one I'm sure you don't make lightly. Just to spread the word, would you merely accept the hug with a sheepish grin, or reciprocate? Many men do fall into the sheepish bracket.
My mom had a prenup which said she would get a lump sum (specified) and the wedding presents. My parents were married for 19 years by which time galloping inflation meant the lump sum wouldn't have bought a 10 year old small car, and the wedding presents hadn't, on the whole, weathered well. So the prenup had cost my papa bucks at the time and made no difference to the eventual settlement.
I do think they should either fall away after 5 years, or be routinely updated. The reason women find them annoying is that it is basically a declaration 'I think you are a gold-digger so this is damage control'.
Vier, what stage was hugging at during that point in evolution? In my day we learned quickly not to hug a mammoth no matter how woolly and soft it looked but times have changed
Eks, yes that's part of what I object to in the social hug, you have to present yourself just so, apply just the right amount of contact, break after just the exact second, too much to think about, good grief. I love the hugs which just happen and are exactly right
Jac, haha poor teddy, it is his role in life one can only hope he likes it
I like handshakes too, I grew up with them and prefer them. You learn such a lot so very quickly about a person, too, from the mangler through to the offered vrot banana, the damp squidgy one to the stick-dry cool impersonal tug. I miss that quick skin-on-skin contact filled with more clues in it than a dog's sniff but I have before now offered my hand and found it pressed into their oncoming stomach
Palm, I've had one of those comfort hugs as well, when you need them it is like a whoosh back to childhood, an instant of being three years old again and the bigger the person is, the more complete the time travel
Bogart so nice to see you on a current blog so I can answer So you're not a daily hugger, what a disappointment Kissing air mwah mwah (avec un autre pour toi, mwah) and risking a bumped nose as you whip from cheek to cheek is not kissing. Kissing is lingering and dizzying and probably shouldn't be done in public places. Hugging, ditto
I'm sticking with compatriot Epicurus, difficult enough wrapping my head round 'you ought to be happy' without going off on tangents like 'what is happy'?
I went looking for a Douglas Adams quote I couldn't quite remember about everyone getting along (all I could remember was that the mice couldn't get it to fit the answer 49) and found this instead so hey
For when you’re in need of a different perspective: “He was constantly reminded of how startlingly different a place the world was when viewed from a point only three feet to the left.”
Dear me Daniela who told us to grow up? A wise person indeed making sweeping judgments without taking so much as a minute to check the facts. Do tell me who.
RE: I was going to write a blog....
you are a turkey baster, or your dad was?Ok, sorry, you'll divulge all when you're ready.