“Nice to meet you,” I said to a friend of a friend as we were introduced.
“You too,” she responded, shaking my hand. “Wow! You have really soft skin,” she observed and her hand snaked its way up my arm all the way to my elbow.
I am addicted to body scrubs, body butters and moisturizers. I happily spend a small fortune on this guilty pleasure each year because I love it and it has returned the favor in the form of silky smooth skin. And this new acquaintance was not the first to publicly stroke me and tell me so.
“Erm, thanks?” my right eyebrow leaped into my hairline as my brain silently screamed, “Stranger danger! Stranger danger! Run! Run! Run!”
Petting someone’s arm as if you were his/her lover has not become a normal part of the introduction process while I was in a lotion trance, has it? If it has, I am no longer accepting them.
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