Today I had a wonderful opportunity to meet up with a reviewer who was briefly in St. Louis for business. We ate a treat at the excellent Nathaniel Reid Bakery, and then I drove him over to his meeting. Great guy, great chat–I’m happy to have met him, and I look forward to sending games to him in the future, whether or not he likes them.
When we got to the destination, he asked if he could get a photo of the two of us, which he did. I then went to shake his hand goodbye, but he must be a hugger, because he went for a hug. That’s fine–I’m happy to hug when people prefer that.
However, when I got back in my car, I thought, “Did I just briefly rest my head on his shoulder during the hug?”
I think the answer might be yes.
The reviewer probably didn’t notice (it was a hug), but I’m still amused by this. It doesn’t help that I think I’ve done this before when hugging men and women alike–it’s simply my instinct to get in quick nuzzle.
I’m trying to figure out why that is. My hypothesis is that I don’t hug people very often, but the people I hug the most are those where a head-on-shoulder is completely appropriate and normal. This is coupled with unexpected hugs–like today, I thought a handshake was about to happen, so when a hug happened instead, I didn’t have time to think.
It all happened so fast.
Anyway, I had to laugh at myself, and I thought you might find it amusing as well. I’ll try to break myself of this odd instinct, but if you ever give me a hug, please don’t be alarmed if you find my chin briefly resting on your shoulder.
Are you an awkward hugger?