It’s time for a Weekend Coffee Share, and chances are that you and I do not know each other. I guess we would do the handshake thing? Or perhaps you would totally intimidate me by treading into my personal space and do the kissy thing?
The kissy thing confuses me. Is there a set side to which to plant the kiss? And are lips supposed to come in contact with cheek, or do you just pucker up and make the smacking-sound that makes my ears beep for hours?
Depending on where you are from, you would do the more-than-once kissy thing? Now we have a huge issue here. How am I – a hand shaker – supposed to know how many times to kiss and be kissed? I have experienced once, twice, three times and even four times of alternating sides and kissing. Some on the cheek and some in the air. This is really doing my head in, and when ever I am faced with a kisser, I tremble in fear!
Now, let’s talk about the handshake. Do you have any idea how off-putting and disappointing it is to get a limp handshake? Big, hairy manly-men with the handshake of little, brittle old ladies with arthritis. Get off it; you’re not convincing anyone with that crap! A handshake must be firm, but not so hard that you cut off the bloodstream to my fingers and hear the breaking of bones. It must be just right.
I guess every language and culture have some niceties that are being exchanged when you meet people. “Nice to meet you” is very common. We say that in Norwegian also. But think about it for a minute: Why do people say “nice to meet you”, before I’ve even said anything?
How do you know it’s nice to meet me?
I’m a jerk.
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