So, there's this girl... Well, actually, there are lots of girls. But there's one in particular that I really like. Her name's Shelly. Yesterday, she had a sore back, so I gave her a back rub. She said it felt nice, so I kept it up for about fifteen minutes before my hands got tired. It was a completely normal thing, and aside from the fact that I enjoyed the physical contact, it was perfectly innoccuous (sp?). So then, tonight, we went out bowling with some friends. She and David were being silly and bowling with their off hands (David with his right, 'cause he's left-handed, and vice versa for Shelly). Well, Shelly screwed up, and wound up doing something bad to the thumb of her left hand. So, doing the gentlemanly thing, I offered to rub it for her. Granted, the attempt didn't last long, since it was my turn to bowl a few seconds later, but I couldn't help but notice something weird. While rubbing her shoulders had been normal, but pleasant, rubbing her hand was exciting and actually made me kinda nervous. So, my question is this... We touch everything with our hands. I'm typing with them right now. We scratch with them, play musical instruments, drive, write, motion, guesture, paint, work, and play with them. So why is it that our hands, which touch everything, are somehow more intimate when being touched than other parts of the body that are far less promiscuous? Of course, there's always the possibility that it's not that way for everyone else, and I'm just weird like that.