We worked together and had been friends for over a year. One night, I’d gone out with other friends and had my single worst night of drunkenness ever. The next morning, I still had to get home while wearing the same clothes in which I’d been sweating and puking the previous night. Always the class act, I popped in at work to say hello to a few people. She was there. She came up and gave me the slow, deliberate hug while I was at my most revolting, and she smiled until I left.
Postscript: We spent two great weeks together before I moved out of town. I haven’t seen her, and she hasn’t smelled me, in years.
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