Saturday, April 5, 2008

Smallest touch.

Alan and I are out at a bar together, and as he leaves the table to get another drink, he runs his hand across my back as he passes and gives me a little squeeze on the shoulder.

Maybe I'm pathetic for caring but somehow that kind of tiny thoughtless touch means a lot. It's not sexual, it's not major, it's just... confirmation.


  1. I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again: that's how my boyfriend, Erik, touches me, and I lovelovelove it. He's not really... Open with his heart, I suppose, so I feel like that's how he shows me how much he cares. (But he told me he loves me the other night and I think I almost fainted!!!! -squeeeee and girly excitement abounds-)

    Anyways, yes. Erik does it often and it is, simply enough, lovely.

  2. what it also!

  3. And this, Holly, is why this is so much more than just a puerile sex blog.
    He's a good guy.