In all my dealings, there seems to be one commonality: akwardness. It's never any big thing usually....just a culmination of a billion tiny things. Last night, though, I realized I'm not the only one that it affects. We were saying goodbye to some folks last night. I had just met them, so the half wave and handshake were perfectly fine for me (pshew). However, my friend knew them slightly better and had introduced me to them. A little more akward.
What's the protocol?
I used to be a "hugger". Everybody I would see that I knew would get a hug (usually women....cut me some slack, it's the only action i ever got). It made everybody feel loved and was just great. But, as my sexual repression increased along with the discomfort with other humans, the hugs stopped. For better or worse, I've become a "high-fiver".
Anyway, back to the story. So, my friend...we'll call him..."B. Ora"...no, no, that's too obvious...how about "Orabay"? Anyway, when it was time to say goodbye, Orabay had the hand shake out to her...good move...conservative but safe. However, as she took his hand...she had a left shoulder lean in. I saw it, it was real. I saw the fear in his eyes. He reached up for the handshake-hug combo. Then she hesitated! I gasped. A mixed signal! Damnit! She changed the rules during the maneuver! But it was too late...they had already committed. Oh no! With disdain, both of them gritted their teeth. The smell of shame and disgust was palpable. But Bora...erm...Orabay got the last word with a little pat on the back at the end. That's right, Orabay, you show her that you weren't beaten. Bravo.
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