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my hands. my hands. my hands. oh how i love you hands. strangely enough, you are not the most beautiful hands that i have ever encountered. and you are by no means society's standard of what hands should be. your nails are not manicured; quite to the contrary, they are slightly mangled and picked at. my fingers are not skinny, but they are longer than what is standard. my palms are calloused, and the wrinkles are deeper than most. white specks adorn my fingernails; what causes those? and heaven forbid, hair grows near my wrist! i am willing to admit it; hair is NORMAL!
tonight... he played with my hands. held my hand tightly in his. we weren't "holding hands" per se, but it was still nice to feel his muscular hands enclosing mine. the way he still held it in his as his animated gestures contributed to conversation among our group. the way he called me a bitch, then immediately hugged me and continued to hug me and smile and laugh for a long minute. the way he scooted over in the booth for me. and shared the secret message from me first. the long hug he gave me goodbye. the way he teases me.
and i know that it means absolutely nothing. i was the only female present... and the only other straight component in this motley crew of new friends. and so i don't allow myself to be caught up in these hormones.
it just feels nice, that's all.
tonight... he played with my hands. held my hand tightly in his. we weren't "holding hands" per se, but it was still nice to feel his muscular hands enclosing mine. the way he still held it in his as his animated gestures contributed to conversation among our group. the way he called me a bitch, then immediately hugged me and continued to hug me and smile and laugh for a long minute. the way he scooted over in the booth for me. and shared the secret message from me first. the long hug he gave me goodbye. the way he teases me.
and i know that it means absolutely nothing. i was the only female present... and the only other straight component in this motley crew of new friends. and so i don't allow myself to be caught up in these hormones.
it just feels nice, that's all.