I’m just going to come out and say it:
I like a man with grabby hands.
You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about if you have the same affinity for it as I do.
A handsy man is one who is constantly touching you.
Grabbing for you.
Getting up in your space and making you feel his presence.
I love this.
Charlie The Aussie was a handsy man.
So is The Swede.
As far as lovers go, a handsy man makes an OUTSTANDING partner.
You’re right in the middle of doing one thing when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, you discover he’s also doing something else.
Like with the Swede, one hand would be up in my hair, messing it up, and pulling on it and I’d discover the other one was stroking my, ahem, chest.
It’s quite a thrill, if you catch my drift.
My friend Yvonne said that she felt starved for touch after her husband passed away.
I think he was a handsy man.
She said he was always touching her.
It occurs to me that out of the Five Love Languages, TOUCH is one of them.
Maybe this is how Yvonne’s late husband, Charlie The Aussie, and The Swede show affection.
Then again, maybe they’re just REALLY EXCELLENT LOVERS.