Please don't hug me. Not hello or good bye. No "How ya doin'?" hugs or "So good to see you". I don't want to stand with you clasped to my breast or vice versa.
Please don't pat my back as you invade my space. No comforting squeezes while your chin is propped on my shoulder. No lingering embraces. No rubbing of arms.
Didn't we just meet? How did I miss that we grown this close?
It's not that I'm not happy to see you. Just no hugs. Please. No hugs.
4 comments:
We've known each other a long time. And we don't hug.
I like it that way. And I'm glad that you're okay with that.
This is really about you, isn't it? I will make sure not to hug you when I see you in Phoenix.
Bee-otch. :)
R
this is perfect for you
I'm the first to admit I have a problem. I've always been that way. And unless you want a neck chop, back off bee-otches!!! ;)
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