Man To Man Hug
Saturday, June 9th, 2007Dan Mott: The only chance that we will survive is to huddle together for warmth…
Jerry Conlaine: I, for one, choose death.
- Without A Paddle
One time, after not seeing everyone for quite long, my high school classmates and I took a night out. And it was great to discover how one had grown and how one had been doing. I was expecting that the night would all be about insecure people with thoughts like "I-am-doing-well-and-you-aren’t-belat**-good-for-you!"
But it was otherwise.
It was a night of good chat and jokes cracking over several bottles of beer coupled with lavish platefuls of calamares and pork sisig. We simply reach out to each one genuinely.
And when the inevitable moment of parting came, there was always that inclination to distance oneself from others so as not to jeopardize that standing of being the alpha male. No hugs and kisses. A fist pound, a cool handshake and a pat in the back were the ways of saying goodbye. And to infuse the moment with a little more machismo zest, the leave-taking was always a stream of chatter mainly consisting of "Pare (in which stress was usually placed on the word and bellowed out in a bass tone), ingat!"
Anyway to end this post, see the following video which I find amusing.
**courtesy of the Pepsi Girl.




