A Lesson with Dodofioke
One day, I was walking to the market with my friend, Dodofioke. Dodofioke is around 18 years old, and a really nice guy. He always takes the time to explain things to me and has an abundant amount of patience. So we were walking to the market together. I noticed he kept walking closer to me, and so I would sidestep slightly to regain my personal space. But then he would inch closer again. Ok, I told myself, they have small personal bubbles here, so I’ll just go with it. So we walked, shoulders sometimes bumping, knuckles sometimes brushing. Whatever, I said to myself, just keep walking.
About 100 yards into this walk with Dodofioke, I noticed that his knuckles were brushing against mine at a steady cadence. Every other step. Brush, step, brush, step. Then the cadence picked up to every step. Brush, brush, brush. How uncomfortable.
Then it happened. Dodofioke delicately began to loop his pinky into my fingers. A warning siren began wailing in my head as I realized that he was trying to hold my hand. I immediately started talking about something and gestured with my hands to make them unavailable for holding. The rest of the walk to the market was awkward, with me blathering on about I don’t remember what, and struggling to gesture the entire time. I knew that if I stopped gesturing for just one moment, I might find my fingers affectionately intertwined with his. I never gestured so enthusiastically in my life.