I am not one who enjoys being touched.
I have a problem with hugging people.
There is something about someone touching me that makes me cringe. When I was pregnant, strange people would come up to me and touch my stomach. I got so upset when someone touched me and asked when I was due. I started telling them I wasn’t pregnant, but I gained some weight since my surgery. I know it embarrassed many of the women, but what right did they have touching me because I was pregnant? So, when my best friend asked me to go have a body massage with her, I almost said no. Her husband gave her a birthday present for her and a friend, to go to a swanky salon and get body massages. The only way she convinced me to go was when she told me they had champagne for their clients. I figured I could drink champagne until I no longer cared if someone massaged my hands. I didn’t think there was enough champagne available to make a body massage sound good. About ten minutes after signing in, they called my girlfriend and me back into the massage area. They gave us pink robes to put on, which I thought was odd since I was only going to get a hand massage. They showed me into a private booth and told me to relax in the chair. A soothing massaging motion began once I sat down. By the time someone returned, my entire body felt more relaxed than I could remember it ever having been. She asked how I liked the body massage chair and picked up my hand.