I just returned from the scientific meeting in Seattle. It was a good one. Since I'm the elected honcho, I had the Sheraton's Presidential Suite. The bathroom had a shower, jacuzzi tub that could fit about four people (estimated, not verified), and a sauna that could fit around eight (again, estimated).
Sure the amount those lovely accommodations could fit are just estimations. Mmm-hmmm.
Glad you had a good time, honcho.
Cassi, in the Blue Bordello we were discussing earlier today how some people have a physical need for touch while others feel it traps them or invades their personal space. I like to cuddle or hold hands, but I don't need it. Good thing, too, since my husband does not like touch without purpose.
Were you raised in a household where emotional affection was shown with physical touching--cuddles, hugs, lap-sitting, etc.? I wasn't. We almost never touched.
Still, I sometimes envy those couples who always have their arm casually over one another's shoulders, or a hand on a leg or shoulder, always touching except when there's some reason not to. Some women in this country also touch friends, and in Europe, men and women both.
Maryn, who still wouldn't trade Mr. Maryn in
I can't believe I missed this discussion!
I am not a toucher. Hate to be touched, except by hubby. My mom loved hugs. Always needed them, and she says I was very affectionate until I got to a certain age, then a flip switched and I couldn't stand to be touched.
I'm not nearly as affectionate with my kids as I should be. We hug to say hello, goodbye, and goodnight and that's about it. I can't stand the feeling of being inhibited or restrained, which is why I think I don't like hugs very much. Now hubs and I are the couple who rest our hands on the others leg when next to each other and such, but he knows that as long as I don't feel encumbered by the touch, I'm fine, otherwise, I can't stand it. Actually, I'd rather be doing the touching than be the one touched. He has finally figured it all out. Too bad though, because he is a cuddler, and I know most women would love to have such an affectionate husband, but he has had to tone it way down to meet my needs.
the only time I do NOT like to be touched, is when I'm sleeping.
I cannot sleep with someone touching me or even breathing on my skin. CANNOT do it. I'll cuddle for a bit with hubs when we go to bed, then he knows the drill, he has to stay on his side of the bed and I'll stay on mine. Geeze, this makes me sound so mean, but I just have weird issues and hubs has learned to deal with them.
I do not like strangers touching me, a real epidemic when I was pregnant. Just 'cuz my belly was sticking way out there, it didn't make it public domain. It was still mine. I finally got so fed up with it, I told a lady at a store who was reaching out her hand to feel my belly that if she touched me with that hand, she wouldn't get it back.
I am such a sweet person.
I don't even like to hug my mom, and she considers it very special if I actually do. I don't hug my friends to say hello or goodbye and have had many awkward moments of backing away from someone trying to hug me as I am just trying to shake their hand. I also have a big bubble of personal space that I do not like invaded. This happens more since I moved to the south. People you don't know think they can causually touch you while they talk to you, or stand inches from you even though you've never met before. Very uncomfortable for me, though I do try and behave myself and be somewhat tactful about claiming my space.
Morning!
