I’ve been missing a few days here and there with posting which is probably why I’ve been really stressed these last few weeks. I’ve mentioned before that things will circulate ’round and ’round my brain until I give them an outlet and then they are released.
So here I am for the…what? Third time in 24 hours? Geesh. I’m supposed to be packing. No, I’m not a procrastinator! What makes you think that?
Anyway. Here’s what is dancing ’round the ole cerebellum tonight. Have a friend. Let’s call him Sonny. We’re buds. We talk every now and then. See each other at church. Group outings. I always call him my “go-to” guy because he always follows up on whatever I ask him to do. Call so-and-so, talk to this person, make sure he gets connected. He’s awesome at it too. He’s the guy who’s there to help you move, even when he can only spare an hour. It’s all good, right?
Well, lately whenever he sees me he touches me. Not a grope or anything that would get him arrested in a preschool or anything….Well, you judge. Last week we saw each other at church and I hadn’t seen him for a couple of weeks so I didn’t think it was weird when he stopped dead in his tracks, backed up and gave me the big hug. Not the its-good-to-see-you hug you always expect in church because its the thing we Christians do (The Christian 1/4 hug - only one quarter of your bodies actually touch!) but the full on hug with the squeeze. Nice.
Cut to later in the day. I’m at church again - yeah, twice in one day. NOT a normal occurence. There was a different speaker that night. Along comes Sonny! Earlier, neither of us thought we were going to make it to the evening service so that was definitely a fluke. Another hug. Not as gripping as the first one, but he didn’t hug anyone else. I kind of wasn’t expecting it, so I didn’t fall into it like I usually do.
Four days later. No huggie, no touchie. I wasn’t really on the alert then, so I wasn’t thinking it was weird or anything. Then all of a sudden (I was talking to someone else at the time, and come to think of it, so was he!) he hauls off and tackles me. Shoulders down, arms around the waist, but not with enough power to knock me over. Still it was kind of like being at recess in fourth grade when Kevin McCormack knocked me over because he “liked” me.
Now, it can’t be because he thinks I’m one of the guys. I am the girliest of girly girls. Even with my sarcastic sense of humor, no one has mistaken me for one of the boys - not since puberty, anyway.
I’m trying to think back to see if he’d always done this and I just never noticed. I don’t think so. I have noticed that he’s not really a hugger. He doesn’t really ever initiate a hug.
Should I respond? Should I follow the leader and see where it goes? Or am I seeing more into this than I should?