At the concert the other night, I was helping out by selling CDs. Two young women came in and started looking at them and we were chatting. The first one asked me if I worked there, and I said, no I was a volunteer. "Are you a musician?" she asked. "Uh...no...not really," I said.
We chatted some more, and the second girl introduced herself, and extended her hand, so I shook it. Then the first girl introduced herself and then kind of leaned forward a bit and moved her arms, and I thought, 'she's gonna hug me?' There was this awkward moment as I tried to figure out if that was really what she really wanted to do, and whether I wanted to do it, and then I kind of leaned in and 'Woh!,' we're hugging, if a little awkwardly.
I like to hug, but I'm not someone to hug people I don't know, or have only just met.
I did wonder though; was this a manifestation of the Roadie effect? I mean, I have no delusions, I'm quite sure she would never have hugged me if I'd met her somewhere else....at least I don't think so.
But as a divorced, middle aged guy, I can't say I didn't like it.
P.S. I told Brian this story, and when I got to the part about my equivocating about being a musician he was like, 'Oh man, don't be so dumb!'