Don't get me wrong--I love hugs--short sweet hugs, passionate hugs, comforting hugs--you name it. All except the 10 minute hug because...well...it's creepy and disturbing. I first encountered the ten minute hug when I moved to Nelson. I had many questions after it; Did he like like me? Did he want to ask me out on a date? Did he hug everybody like this? The answers: No, he didn't like like me, he didn't want to ask me out on a date, and yes, he hugged everybody like that. Well, being an Ontario girl, we don't hug like that unless we mean business. Now living on the Island, I found a few 10 minute huggers that seek me out at potluck parties. I know better; it doesn't mean anything--but I still avoid them because as I've mentioned, it creeps me out. Now I wonder, why do they do it? An uncontrollable urge? A need not yet satisfied by a sexual partner? Please stop...it disturbs me...and besides I barely know you.
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