I admit. I left the party kinda early. But srsly tho. I lasted longer than I thought I would. It was actually a housewarming, not a ‘garden party’ like I mentioned earlier. But it was in our Sheila’s backyard, which is becoming garden-like. Whatever. You get the idea. I embellished about the garden party. So it was a great little gathering! It’s always fun to meet your good friend’s other friends, right? It was a fun group. Kinda awkward in my regular group though, since there are those we haven’t seen much in a long time. Like a really long time. Like months. It was like hanging out with new people. Plus, I was a bit introverted as it was, what with all the meeting of new people. I don’t ‘meet’ well. That’s Richard’s niche. I can bond, but meeting is tough… Not that I can’t be social, but there is a difference with that. It’s more fake and totally temporary. THAT I am good at. Meeting people I may see again is like total pressure.

Anyhoo. So one of the people at the party I had met a few times. She was getting a bit tipsy, granted. But still, with all the touching! She was constantly touching me. (And swearing. I mean, I love a good f-bomb, but that is a separate issue and a whole other post)

What is with the touching? First of all, I have nothing against people touching me, in most cases. I am not a germ-o-phobe. In fact, there are good friends of mine that I just can’t hug enough… And I get that a ‘hug’ is a friendly greeting totally appropriate among acquaintances. However, it’s the assumed closeness that bugs. Just because you are standing behind me does not merit a hand on my shoulder, as an acquaintance. And wrapping your hands around my face is a bit too much… In fact, way too much. I pulled away saying “oh, that’s.. okay” as I removed her hands. Dumb thing to say, but I was trying to not be rude. I had a Home Ec. teacher once that did that (not actual Home Ec. It was ‘Single Survival’, I am not that gay…) , and I removed her hands from my person and loudly insisted she “DO NOT TOUCH ME”. In the middle of class. Don’t assume you can touch me at random after like 3 meetings.

Anyways, later she tried to hug me again. More touching. Ugh. Our hostess with the mostess caught me backing away… I felt bad, but dude. I was done with it. I had already started strategically placing myself away from this woman to avoid it (and the swearing). I tried to smile, hugged half-heartedly,  then I ran for it…

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Today we are going to a garden party on Coronado Island.

Doesn’t that sound grand?

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