Have you heard of the Five Love Languages? Yes? No? Either way – go read them. You may not agree with the entire concept or the religious implications but, believe you me, there is a lot of common sense in the premise. I have taken the test (not the 30 second online quiz ... the test). Apparently, I speak a strange combination of two dialects: Quality Time & Physical Touch. I am teetering precariously between the two which means that, dependent upon my mood, I prefer one over the other … but there are no guarantees as to which one I may be craving at any given moment. Seeing as I am already Bipolar – me being highly unpredictable in this area of my life is just par for the course.
I know what you are thinking. Well, I know what those of you who know me or read my entries on a regular basis are thinking. Maybe. It is probably something pretty close to this:
“Beth, what are you doing babbling on and on about love languages when you are single?”
That’s the point. I’m single. I have been for almost a year and a half now and most days I am perfectly content with that fact. And then there are those days when the desire for physical touch becomes almost overbearing. Believe it or not, I’m not talking about sex … just touch.
Touch. Intertwining fingers. A hand on the small of my back. Gentle kisses on the forehead. Hugs.
“I hope someday, somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness to it.” ~Waitress, Film (2007)
Yep, that’s what I need.