Hug Log

I said that I have a list of hugs sitting around, after all.

I'm going to begin with a sweet one.

I ran into Tori a couple of months ago, a chance encounter. Tori is a nice girl, whom I have commented on here or elsewhere under another guise, and I was pleased to see her. Her family were neighbors along time ago. Her older sister Nanci was kind of a girlfriend for a while, and I suppose remains the most beautiful girl that I ever kissed.

But this is Tori's story, and I ran into her on her way to select some videos. Her companions moved along while she and I talked.

I was concerned about Tori, because she didn't seem to be in the best of health, and I was uncertain what was wrong, or how to ask in a chance encounter. Tori had always been slight, but athletic, and she seemed to be having some physical problems as we spoke.

But finally it was time to move along, and I opened my arms to her. I was astounded as she squeezed the stuffin' out of me ... as the long lost friend that I suddenly realized that I actually was. Aside from a chance encounter on the street a year prior, this was the first time that I had seen Tori in ten years. And she certainly gave me her all. It's nice to be loved.

We can go all over the place from that hug.

Bobbie gets one here, whether she likes it or not.

Though as an individual hug, I don't know that I have a story. Because Bobbie has always been a simply loveley, warm and open hugger. To Bobbie, a hug means acceptance, love, and friendship. Trust. All of the things that a hug is supposed to be. A measure of intimacy.

It didn't escape me when I had upset her, and those hugs changed.

Suddenly, though still receiving hugs, I was receiving a distinctly one shouldered variety. I was being pretty thick at the time, but eventually even I figured out that something was wrong, and eventually she and I sat down and talked. Eventually I managed to make my way back to those lovely hugs again.

Not that I deserved it.

But Bobbie was a remarkable hugger.

The rest of this list is devoted to remarkable ...hugs.

Linda

Joyce

Anna

Becky

It's time that I wrote something sweet, something remarkable again.