new york state of mind

sometimes when a girl throws out her arms for a hug, i feel like she’s giving me permission to rub my chest on her breasts. it sounds so stupid and i have no idea why i have so much to say about this topic but i do. i love when girls hug me first because i’m not really a hugging kind of guy. i like giving hugs, and i like getting hugs, but i tend to give girls a gentle little embrace without really squeezing her body into mine in an effort to avoid the inevitable squishing of her tits. this is why i like to give goodbye hugs before i go home. with my northface on and my backpack slinging on my side, it is almost impossible for a girl to press her chest tightly against mine. so she leans forward a little, moves her head to the side, and places her head on my chest as i breathe in the warm fragrance of her hair. those are the best hugs.