Someone Hugged Us

Oh God-- it was terrible.

Last Wednesday I met Matt on Boylston Street after I was done with the gym and he was done with classes. It was so cute-- if that romantic music that plays when people in movies meet up atop some rolling hill sprinkled abundantly with wildflowers could have burst out of the bar we were next to, it probably would have. We met with this wonderful "I'm so glad to see you and I couldn't wait another moment even though it was only two and a half hours" embrace that seemed to last forever.

Well, forever until some strange man embraced us, too.

Seriously-- this guy just came up to us, wrapped his arms around us, and held on. At first I thought it was some friend of Matt's from class... then I realized that he's not friends like that with anybody from school, so I prayed that it was one of his buddies from home who just happened to run into us on the streets of Boston... but alas, it was neither of these two more acceptable run-ins. It was, in fact, some weird guy in a denim coat without any front teeth.

When I realized what exactly was going on, all of the flower-coated-hills-and-romantic-movie-music stopped abruptly. There was a strange man hugging us. I pushed him off and, stunned speechless, gave him a dirty look. Matt just stood there, shocked. The guy's face clouded and he frowned, then said rather ashamedly "I'm sorry... I just... couldn't help myself." I think I made some kind of disgusted guttural grunt, and a second later, the guy was walking away, lost in the crowd. A few minutes later, Matt and I recovered and walked away towards the T for home, wondering aloud about what'd just occurred.

Sigh. People are so weird.