So, I laughed my ass off when I saw this at the bottom of my 80s
The saying's moot for me, since I really don't like either.
Well, that's not entirely true. You know those fake hugs/air kisses that New Yorkers are so fond of? I hate those. They drive me crazy. Hugs between friends who haven't seen each other, ok. But the round of air kissing that holds up restaurant doorways drives me nuts.
People always think it's because I just don't like hugging.
Not true. I don't mind hugging people who mean it. I love hugging - getting bear hugs from boys especially. It's actually my unofficial measure of a man, if I'm truthful. You can be as cute as pie, but if you don't know how to crush my bones in a hug, forget it.
Huh. Yep. I just did a whole magnetpost on my thoughts on hugging.
How's that for oversharing?