Human Touch

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So – we went dancing last night – four of us. But then Julie knew some people at the Wheatie and we sat down at a big table. Within minutes we were up dancing – the only ones. But we inspired a few others to do the same, so we danced for about an hour.

Here’s what happened. One man in the place kept smiling at me. Finally he got up and danced with me. Leaning in close, he whispered (shouted?) “I like your moves!” Really? I was definitely dancing as though no one was watching, especially to Uptown Funk! But that’s not the point.

When he leaned in he very lightly placed his hands on my hips – or somewhere in the waist/hip zone. Nothing untoward – nothing to recoil from. He did this twice while we danced. Now, this man was not my sort of attractive. Just a guy – just a dance. Just someone to smile with – I’ll never see him again. What is significant is the touch and how it affected me. No – not that. There were no electric currents. No shock waves. No melting innards. Nothing like that.

What the touch reminded me of was a Bruce Springsteen song, “Human Touch”  – the line that simply says, “I want a little of that human touch.”

It felt good. It felt nice. It felt human. It is something that I, being older and being single, simply don’t get. It’s different from a hug (which I also like) – it’s a touch – almost a caress. Humans need touch. It’s essential. I don’t get enough of it clearly. Oh no, I am not pining away – but that touch last night, reminded me how good it feels.

I could imagine being with a man and simply touching gently all night long. I wouldn’t care where it would lead (or not lead) – just the touch without a goal, without expectations: just touch for the sake of touch: because it feels good and because it’s human and nurturing.

I’m glad I didn’t hike today. Did I just say that? Glad I didn’t hike! Well. yes – it’s a bit cold and it rained just a bit and I was up late and sometimes it’s good to just get in a couple of walks with the dog and leave it at that. Although in all honesty, I have to say that a lazy day, in my experience, is usually much better in theory than in practice.

I think it’s time for a Hugh Grant romcom. It’s just that kind of day.

About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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