It's not very often that you are touched (in a good way) by a stranger. Really touched I mean, not metaphorically, not in a "I'm touched that you cared" sort of way. I mean in the hands on way. It's such a human need, to be touched and caressed. I'll do a few air kisses with friends and distant relatives, but when it comes to actually hugging, that's mostly reserved for the children. What would I do without them? But today I was touched by a stranger, well a relative stranger anyway.
This evening I went to Pilates. The studio is always warm and smells of something vaguely sweet but legal! Just being there makes you feel good. My teacher is quite a strange little man, fairly insignificant in many ways, very much in his own quiet world. He always asks how I am and if I have any 'stressed out' bits that hurt. I mentioned my neck (which is always the place that feels the stress first) so he laid me down and worked a little magic. He held my neck and caressed my head, gently freeing up the tension there. I closed my eyes and drifted away, caught in the moment, relaxed, bathed in the warmth, felt refreshed and couldn't help smiling!
When you've been in a relationship with the same person for years, you forget what another mans touch is like, the warmth and softness of another persons hands, moving with care. It took my breath away. It wasn't sexual, or erotic, but it was a pleasure and quite sensual but nothing more. I am still smiling.