'The Message'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm sort of inbetween on the hug thing . If someone initiates it, fine, I'll deal but it is rare that I initiate it.
To be honest -- I'd rather here it straight out. Sorry , not a hugger -- or WS approach is even better.
DH has a friend that is a Buddhist monk. At guitar gatherings he has to say 'monks don't hug' -- which is a little awkward -- however should people really touch without asking? I mean you are in a circle where asking is normal-- so setting up a boundry should be acceptable.
You know what's weird? Going shopping for just two adults, no children to consider.
Love the picture , Barb
Thanks, beth!
It's also rather disconcerting to call the boarders and when you say your name and which pets you're calling about, they start laughing.
should people really touch without asking? I mean you are in a circle where asking is normal
This is what bothers me the most of all.
It's also rather disconcerting to call the boarders and when you say your name and which pets you're calling about, they start laughing.
Well, it's better than if they start crying. Or if they say, "Excuse me - let me get my supervisor."
Yes - laughing is much better than crying. Or a spontaneous "when are you picking them up?"
My patio guy hasn't shown. which is not entirely unexpected. But I got to go to the store -- so he doesn't get a wasp warning if he doesn't show...
Steph, when I've gone through that (and I have) I usually preempt the hug by shoving my hand out there for a handshake, coupled with a "Great to see ya!" If they give me weird look, I shrug and say "Head issues."
That usually does the trick and dumps the "What a prick!" energy over into the "Oh, he's just nuts" bin.
Years ago, I inherited a cat who solicited the "No, no, I'm sure she's fine. That blood/infection/ailment will surely pass on its own. No need to bring her in...really," from the vet.
Saturday was a cat and a half, both in size (19lbs) and attitude. (Except for the one that feeds me, all humans must die.)
In re: hugging. It's funny how much I've changed over the years. In my late 20s, on into my late 30s, I was an unrepentant hugger. I couldn't even say what precipitated the change, but I'm really not anymore.
As I was typing the last sentence, a phrase crossed my mind. Quality control.
I don't think I know any good huggers anymore. I guess that just goes to show the 'use it or lose it' axiom.