well family would be extra weird.

One man's meat...

Jesse was on my tv! She was very cute! and more than once (and we fast forwarded thru most of the show) both DH and I felt the need to kick Issac.

Beth B is me, because I thought that Jesse was very cute indeed, and I kept on switching back and forth between Isaac and TDS--I think I caught all the Jesse bits, but I just couldn't bear Isaac anymore, and I had enough of Romber during TAR. Loved the shoes and the suit, and they both looked fab on the gorgeous Jesse!

I had a classmate in fifth grade who liked to reach over and pinch my breasts--I think it was because I was the first one in the class to grow some, and she was just fascinated by them. I finally told her to stop it because, hey, personal bubble, and damnit, it HURT!

It's funny - my personal bubble stops right above and starts again right below my breasts. I get freaked out if people grab my butt, but stick my chest out more if someone reaches to grab the boobs.

YPBDV

I used to lick the hands of people who brought them too close to my face (for something that grossed them out, it was a poor teaching tool, but I did relish their discomfort each time).

I've done that, too.

And I just had an awesome phone customer service situation! I was going to try two place for a certain thing, so I called one to see if they had it. They didn't, but the guy suggested I try the other place. So nice!

My personal bubble is highly contextual.

Non-immediate family are perfectly huggable and pretty cuddlable, and if they're female also gropable. Immediate family are hugged on special occasions only, and otherwise no touching.

Krav...most contact's perfectly kosher, as long as it's not like that. I mean, I do get to hit these people, so everyone's pretty well behaved. I know more about testicles now than I ever dreamed, and it can be pretty hard to work with me without touching the boobies. There is only one guy who'll punch me in them, though. I don't know how I feel about that.

Normal friends vary. We used to be puppypilers at university, and that does kind of remain, now that we're middle aged. Which might look weird.

Random boob-grabbing is a capital offense. And by "random" I mean "anyone I'm not in an intimate relationship with".

but stick my chest out more if someone reaches to grab the boobs.

::files this information away for future use::

I ran up to Jesse on the streets of Manhattan and really enjoyed watching her eyes widen in horror. I might've finished my swoop with a hug too. I'm lucky she didn't taser me.

That was neither about you, nor about touching!! That was about being approached on the street!! In a surprising manner!!!

My personal bubble is 25 feet on all sides. Nobody licks Teppy. Ack. And there is no random boob poking, grabbing, or cupping. Unless I'm having sex, but in that case, the boob grabbing isn't random any more.

I am, however, okay with hugging. And I'll make out with anyone. Which most of you know, considering that I've made out with most of you.

EEG woman's unavailable until Monday. I've called my doctor and am waiting on a return from her.

Now I'm supposed to call the orthopedist to schedule steroid injections. But I don't want to. It's not that I don't believe that my PT can help me (despite me hating him right now), or that the shots won't be palliative, just that I'm raw from last night (and cranky and want to run away from the world) and I fear that I'm not a big enough pot for so many chefs to be stirring without confusing each other.

So I'm stalled.