Much to the horror of some people and the joy of others, I've never met a hug I didn't like. So beware, I'm a hugger. If you ever meet me, hold up your finger crosses if you don't like to be touched because I attack. I should probably have a sign around my neck that says: Beware of hugger. Anyway, I have a point and it does have to do with something I love about New York.
I love Times Square. In my visits to Times Square I am never disappointed by the array of interesting people I find there. A few years back, I got to meet the naked cowboy--a guy who played the guitar in his underwear. He must've retired because he wasn't around this time. But this time, I met the 'Free Hug' guys. They carried around big signs that said, "FREE HUGS" in bold black lettering.
It was a huggers dream come true. Though my fingers were tingling when I saw them, I was willing to go without the offered hugs so as not to embarrass my poor husband. But then my husband called out, "Hey boys, my wife wants a hug."
As I was talking to the huggers, I asked them why they were giving out hugs. And one said, "Because hugs just make people happy." It's so true. Well, at least in my case it is.
(Don't mind the slightly uncomfortable look on his face. Remember, he was the one with the sign. It's not my fault I was willing to give him a real hug. LOL)