The best things in life...

...are free. So they say. And more and more I'm beginning to believe them.

The story of the awesome thing that happened this afternoon began a week ago yesterday. As you may have read in an earlier post, Man #1 decided to break up with me on that date. I got in touch with a friend - from now on referred to as Man #2 - who said he'd come over and give me a hug, make me feel better. Now, he did come over, and we ended up going to a party together and hanging out for pretty much the entire night, but never did I get the promised hug. So I texted him later, all faking hurt that he hadn't hugged me. He argued that I hadn't hugged him; little does he know (though he may suspect) I'm afraid of what will happen if I initiate a hug with him. I feel I could accidentally mistake my friendship with Man #2 for more than friendship. Initiating a hug... yeah. I just don't want to go there. Next time, he says.

We'd seen each other a few times since. Next time, he'd say, as soon as I mentioned (and I always did) that he had yet again not hugged me. After crashing on his futon Saturday night, I lamented once more that I hadn't gotten my rightful hug.

So today, Monday, comes around. I text him about the hug, and he says, "next time I see you we will hug." I figure, okay, I never run into him around campus, this weekend, probably at Ben's, I shall receive my hug, however long overdue. I walk out of Spanish and head down the hill, intending to do some homework in the communication studies building. Usually I do not head down the hill at 3:30 on Monday afternoons, it should be noted. At the bottom of the hill is an awful three-way intersection which never gives you enough time to walk. Stuck on the wrong side of the street, I scan the crowd opposite me and notice a guy in a Beatles "Let It Be" shirt. Hey, I think, I know that shirt... (in fact I own one of the same print). I look up and, lo and behold, it is Man #2. The lights change, we each step off the curb. Onlookers must have thought we were about to run into each other - and we did. There, in the middle of this awful intersection, I got a hug.

I've been smirking about how badass that was ever since.