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19 August 2011 @ 08:48 am
Please. Don't. Touch. Me.  
So, yesterday at work some customer hugged me. She HUGGED me. Which, of course, caused me to have a panic attack because I cannot stand to be touched! By anyone, ever. Well, that's not true. I hug my nieces and nephew, and even my brother sometimes, but that's pretty much it. Unless I'm at a funeral or family reunion, it's an unspoken rule everyone knows. DON'T TOUCH ME!

That's why I don't date. Well, okay, one of the reasons I don't date. The other one is a six foot tall blonde who tore my heart out, ripped it into tiny pieces, stomped on it and put it back in my chest upside down with her fingerprints all over it. But that's beside the point. The point it, some stranger hugged me and I had a panic attack at work. Think they'll let me wear a shirt that says "Please don't hug the help"?