You ever notice how hugging can get awkward if done incorrectly? I think we've all had our hug-tastrophes. I’m no exception. I’ll admit; I don’t even know which one is the hug, the X or the O. I guess it doesn’t matter, since I’m not really crafting hand-written notes for flower bouquets.
Hug-tastrophes come in all different forms, lurking and waiting to create an uncomfortable moment. For example, have you ever had the problem of the accidental face-to-face? You go to hug, and there’s that split second where you have to choose which side your head is gonna go. You have a 50/50 chance of picking the wrong side and almost turning that hug into a kiss. Sometimes it’s awkward enough as it is, but now you have to worry about head juking on the way in.
It’s like when you’re walking towards someone and you try to step out of the way. But uh oh, they chose that side too. Now you’re both practically waltzing, until one finally slides past and you both move on, thinking, “Man, that was awkward.”
It’s exactly like that, but now your face is inches away from theirs and you’re already in a half embrace. Your arms are out there. You're moving slowly closer. You are now committed to a hug. There is no turning back now. And your head is shaking back and forth like Jay Leno as you desperately try to avoid turning that harmless hug into a sudden smooch. But you can’t abort now because you don’t want to offend.
Now that you’re in the huddle, someone has to call the play.
“All right, you go left.”
“Which left? Your left or my left?”
“Just pick a side and go with it.”
“Ok. Ready? Hug.”
Those Italians have it down though. Everyone seems to know which way they’re going on The Sopranos. I think it's because they add that double cheek kiss onto it.
It’s like a handshake. Always with the right hand. Everyone knows you’re going right.
But with hugs, there ARE no rules. HUG AT YOUR OWN RISK, PEOPLE.
I’ll never attempt the double cheek kiss though. Hopefully never have to. Because I know I’d screw it up. I just know it. I’d wind up mouth kissing my mother-in-law or something. Or worse, my father-in-law.
When two guys hug there’s a whole new set of insecurities thrown in there. I mean, if they’re family or something, they just bear hug and are done with it. But otherwise, there’s that phase where you’re past the handshake greeting, but you’re nooooot quite at the bear hug level.
Here are a few of the possible maneuvers in the man arsenal:
The Sideways Hug:
This consists of throwing the arm casually around the shoulders or waist of the other male, avoiding any chest to chest or incidental face-to-face contact. Perfect for homophobes.
The Handshake Conversion:
What starts out as a handshake suddenly becomes a pull move into a shoulder bump. I’ve read they execute this maneuver in “the hood.”
The Manliest Hug Possible:
When it would be awkward NOT to hug, as “other people are doing it,” there’s always the "Manliest Hug Possible." This includes much grunting, growling, and “hey there, big guy” comments as you can fit into the hug duration. Also a firm back pounding is in order.
But sometimes, despite the risks, I can be a hugger. A real squeezer. You know why? Because then women think I’m sensitive. Right there in the greeting they’re thinking, “He tends to my needs.” And I’m thinking, “I just saw the front, and helloooo there’s the back.”
I’m a short guy too, so any girl over six feet is going to be giving me a face full of mammary, which is nice.
Ok, so that was probably wrong of me to say. And possibly offensive. I didn’t really mean it. I’m sorry.
How about we hug it out?
XOXO