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I am still somewhat overwhelmed at the emotions yesterday’s post brought up for me. Still somewhat overwhelmed at the response from all of you. Your comments rarely bring me to tears, but this time? Many tears.
And so I am a bit stuck today, as I would like to change the tone and be outrageous or silly today. Share a story of giddy laughter or inappropriate childishness.
But that decision feels as though it would be a betrayal of the moment in which I actually find myself.
A moment at which we have arrived together.
So instead, I will tell you that once . . .
I was leaving a party.
Searching out the host and hostess to say thank you for the evening before Mark and I made our exit.
Found the hostess first. Exchanged the pleasantries of polite departure.
Went in search of the host. Found him in the kitchen, chatting with some friends I had managed not to meet during the evening. I hesitated a moment, and then reached out to touch his shoulder, “Hey, I just wanted to thank you for a lovely . . .”
And this man turned from his guests and met my eyes. Met my eyes and held my gaze. Smiled. Closed the small distance between us before I was even aware that he had done so. Enveloped me in an embrace before I managed to finish my sentence.
There was no time or space in which to avoid this hug, so I relaxed.
Let it happen.
There was no hesitancy in his embrace.
He simply wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight.
No sexuality, either . . . in case you were wondering.
Just a hug done really well.
A moment of connection.
He spoke happily against my ear, “I’m so glad that you were able to come. We really enjoyed having you over.”
I am not a hugger, but when someone really hugs you and gets it right?
There is nothing to do but return the embrace.
For just a moment.
And then he stepped backward and rested his hands on my shoulders for an instant, smiled again, and thanked me for being a part of the evening.
It was lovely.
Some people are very good huggers.
Your response to yesterday’s post?
Felt like an unexpected and lovely warm embrace.
I am not a hugger, but when someone hugs you and gets it right?
There is nothing to do but return the embrace.
Thank you.
Much love, people.
Love.
Thank you.
Love to you
Happy sighs.
In my opinion, and its highly respected, an unexpected perfect hug is the only kind that rocks. Thanks for being you in only the way you know how.
There is another perfect kind of hug.
The kind that I take for granted because they are always available.
Mark’s hugs?
Whether for comfort or companionship or passion?
Are always perfect.
:D
I’m a hugger myself. Even, sometimes, people who are not huggy. I always hope they don’t mind.
Thanks for not minding!
This time?
I am accepting hugs.
Tomorrow, we’ll go back to high-fives.
Snort!
You’re always welcome.
Always.
Thank you.
Always.
Well executed hugs are the best. Usually they are not anticipated, because honestly? If they are anticipated, they aren’t good at all. I’m also not a hugger or a kisser. Ick. But a well executed hug of the unanticipated kind…well, those are awesome.
I’m so glad you felt hugged and loved by the comments on that post. Like I tweeted, it was an awesome post.
I did feel hugged and loved.
More so than on any other post I have ever put up.
It was amazing.
A good hug is how I knew the man I am with now is the man I will always be with. A simple, pure moment of closeness that made my soul tingle and I knew something was starting.
Love that.
Love that so very much.
Happy sighs.
i’m a hugger. no doubt about it. so (((hug))) to you! :)
Silly you with the parentheses of hugging!
Love to you.
Write for ever and ever… because I just can’t imagine not reading your blog every day.
That is such an awesome compliment.
Thank you!
I am not a good hugger or huggee but this post makes me want to try.
I am not a good hugger or huggee unless a member of my family is involved.
But it turns out it’s not so bad to let people close enough to hug you.
Once in a while.
Yeah I’m with you on the hugs.
I hate to be touch. Except of course during certain moments of special touching. That’s always ok.
But hugs? From strangers? Especially from male strangers? Yeah not so thrilled. But sometimes a hug does work.
And you don’t feel like a stranger anymore.
You and I are the same.
And you are not a stranger.
At all.
I love the perfect hug! And you, my friend are the perfect person to give a hug to!
Awww . . . thanks, you!
Your story yesterday was beautiful and well as your follow-up today. Beautiful writing. So glad to have found you!
I am glad to have been found!
Yay!
Know what I like instead of a good hug?
Cash.
Cash is always a good alternative.
Nigel?
Don’t show up here after gallivanting off to who knows where and then tell fibs.
You know you want to hug me.
You so do.
I am not a hugger either.
And I don’t think I’ve ever had the perfect hug.
Perhaps it has to do with the unexpectedness?
And?
I would take cash too…
snort.
(it is kinda nice to hear from Nigel again huh?)
Hey, you!
I have not had that many hugs (outside of my family) that I remember with pleasure.
Part of the reason I noticed this particular hug.
As for Nigel?
It is always good to hear from Nigel.