Please read this story of someone who is taking back her confidence. So inspiring.
I’m the kind of girl who will give you a handshake when you go in for a hug and give you a hug when you reach out for a handshake.
It doesn’t stop there.
I’m the kind of girl who will somehow miss your hand when going for the handshake and accidentally stare at your groin, not because I’m penile obsessed but only because I’m not supposed to stare at your groin. You’ll catch me.
When I hug you, it’s a side-hug so that my boobs don’t touch you or so that I don’t accidentally kiss you when going in for a hug. Why would I fear an accidental kiss? Because don’t underestimate that it would happen to me. Right on the lips. Maybe I’d have an epileptic seizure and accidentally tongue kiss you, too. I’ve never had one, but there’s always the possibility.
Bridget Jones was…
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