So what I would kill for right now is a hug. Tight and warm. But it won’t be happening. 99% of the time I don’t like being hugged, touched really either. The only way I have managed to enforce the stop touching me thing is by making sure everyone know I don’t like it and not to. But on nights like tonight I regret that, because I don’t know how to get what I want and there will be no spontaneous gestures forthcoming.