I like to hold hands. It’s true. However, I do not enjoy holding hands if the other party involved has gross hands. Usually this isn’t the case with Adam, until one day……..
Adam and I both enjoy playing
the occasional frequent video games. Sometimes his gaming causes him some stress and/or frustration, giving him sweaty palms. This coupled with the extraordinary cold we’ve had in our apartment this winter plus lowered circulation from sitting around staring at a tv screen, results in what I like to call clam hands.
And when he tried to hold my hand after these unfortunate sets of circumstances came into play, I promptly squealed and removed myself from what would have otherwise been a sweet gesture…then quickly sat down and made him pose so I could draw a cattoon of it (oh, whatever, I know he’s not a cat but I’ll call it what I want, thank you very much).
I’m such a good partner.