November 10, 2007
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Personal Contact
Booyahman posted an interesting and amusing post about an experience he had at the Starbucks drive-thru. When the employee gave him back his change she wrapped her hands around his, which was not how she interacted with other customers.
I remember one clerk who basically draped her arm around my back. But it wasn’t sexual or anything like that. It seemed natural and in the flow of our conversation. Some people are just comfortable around others. Maybe at that moment I gave off a vibe that personal contact would be acceptable, and without any weird meaning. The same thing happened in law school with a classmate. She would always rest her hands on me, but it was totally innocent and acceptable within the flow of things.
Personally, I don’t mind contact (if it’s appropriate). It doesn’t necessarily have to have a sordid meaning. I remember getting kissed by a drunk, yet attractive female classmate at a college party. But it wasn’t nice because while she may have been pretty, she was ugly on the inside (she wasn’t a very nice person). Anyway, mosey on down to Booyahman’s page and tell him what you think.
Comments (4)
yeah, maybe i’m just not comfortable enough with people or having anything other than a handshake. i’m a firm believer in a firm handshake, but anything more than that with someone i don’t know is a little weird to me. (people told me that i stiffen up when they hug me. even friends)
i think my case was just an innocent fluke, and nothing more. =)
i don’t want strangers touching me. it gives me the heeby jeebies big time. but then i don’t want strangers talking to me either! my east coastness is shining through here!
ps. if i played the piano for my dad, he’d be very sad thinking of all the money he wasted on my piano lessons growing up. i try to not remind him of that! 
Strangers that touch you are weird. Maybe these people were coming onto to you. Seriously. Didn’t you find it odd that these people are all girls? And you know what they say, in vino veritas, and all.
But sometimes, isn’t sordid good?