I'm a good hugger. Damn it. I'm built for a good hug. I'm not bony and pointy so I won't jab you with anything (unless that's what you're into). My arms are inches longer than they need to be for my body so I can anaconda squeeze the shit out of you. A month or so ago I hugged someone and it was one of the most awkward hugs I've ever gotten and I take no responsibility for it.
This was a girl I was hugging. This was
not a dating situation. I wasn't trying to get in her pants and she
wasn't trying to get into mine. Just hanging out and having food.
Yayness abound. We had never hugged before and I'm not a presumptuous
hugger. I'm not gonna assume that since I am hanging out with someone
that I'm gonna hug them. I shake hands. I'll shake the shit out of a
hand. Ask Camille. When we first hung out years ago I went for a
handshake, she laughed at me, and gave me a hug. I never grew up
getting hugs so that much physical contact is still new to me even
after years of now getting them. But it turned out I'm a natural.
