Hugs Not Drugs...Wait. Maybe Drugs.

I'm a hugger. You know this. And apparently, there's such a thing as hug buddies:

 My co-worker asked why I was crying and when I told him he said he loved his wife very much, but she wasn't affectionate either and he knew exactly how I was feeling. Since that day we've been meeting in his or my office after work a couple of times a week to hug each other. And that's all we do—there is no groping or kissing or even talking going on, we just hold each other for five to 10 minutes and then we go home.

Well. That's fucking weird.