I am an impulsive hugger. I hug everyone. I try really hard to remember who, in the past, has said they are NOT huggers, but I don't always remember and then I spend a very long time beating myself up about hugging someone who doesn't like being hugged and how DARE I get into their space when they didn't want it and what kind of shitty, selfish person am I, anyway?

It's totally craxy.

Scola gives good hug. I can vouch for this.

Before I die (or before I have sex for the last time), I have to wander out into a shared space outside where we just had sex, wearing his button down shirt and smiling smugly.

If he lives alone, this might require picking up his mail, but whatever it takes. I have to live that cliche.

I'm pretty sure Scola tried to psych me out on hugging last time I saw him. Just because I'm not a hugger!

I am currently wearing a t-shirt I wore home from a guy's place. Many years ago.

My parents were good parents but their paternal grandmothers were total bitches.

Seriously the only thing I heard nice about either of them is that my dad's grandmother was a good cook. Mom didn't want to be called Mom because that's what everyone called her grandmother. And "Mom" didn't have nice connotations. For example my grandfather visited "Mom" every evening. No matter what, he'd always go over and make sure she was okay and spend some time with her.

Except sometimes he'd go over and she wouldn't be there. She'd take a cab to the hospital because she wasn't sure if he'd come to check on her and she felt sick and didn't want to die alone.

Dad's paternal grandmother was just mean and petty and she'd totter along, clinging to someone, barely able to walk, complaining while she did about how frail she was and how hard it was to walk, etc. And then if she saw something or someone that interested her she'd let go and walk briskly to whatever it was.

Then when she was bored to go back to her "woe is me, I'm practically a cripple" routine.

I'm with a shirt I got when hanging out with a guy, long time ago. It's not his shirt, but the restauranteur gave us one both.

I imagine he doesn't still have it. NSYNC, call me!

I am with Aimee. I usually hug, and try to remember who doesn't, but am not always good at that.

Maybe you and I should just stand there and hug each other.

When Maria was here, when we first met up, we hugged, and then she asked, "Wait, is hugging okay?" (Which is very sweet, and I appreciated that.) The safe rule of thumb with me is that if I don't hesitate, if I make the open-arms huggy motion instead of keeping my arms welded by my side, I'm definitely good with it.

That said, I know it's ridiculous to expect people to have to stop and decipher my body language, and I need to just say right away that I'm fine with hugging (and/or ask them if they're fine with hugging).

We need a hugging handkerchief code. Or signs.