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The last day I hugged my best friend in elementary school, because it was the final time two male friends could openly love one another without being questioned or ostracized... sigh.
EDIT: The last time in the region I grew up in, which seems to be more on the conservative hellhole side of things
Where do you live where you can’t hug your best friend?
I live in Hicksville Indiana and I openly hug my guy friend and tell him I love him. I have never had an inkling that anyone thought we were gay... Nor have I ever cared.
Rural Ohio... I don't recommend it
For me, Tuesday, 2/25/14 was a pretty good day. Normal day at the bike shop, receiving some preseason stuff, arguing with the boss over some BMC bikes I didn't think were a good deal for the shops. Ate my usual dry salad at the local joint with the pretty girl I enjoyed talking with a little bit each day. I had just started a cut phase for my push to get under 190 lbs to get much more competitive for crit racing in 2014. I wanted to actually win a race or two. That was going to be my big finish for 5 years going from 350 lbs in 2009 to 7% body fat. I felt like that was a good tradeoff for having worked for peanuts in a bike shop. Then I would get a real job at the end of summer when I turned 30... Instead I got a broken neck and back 2/26/14 from a terrible driver.
My job moved me from Oklahoma to California. Took 3.5 months to sell my house but I was in Cali that whole time while my wife and daughter stayed behind waiting for the sale. The day I finally came back to get them after the sale was that day. I had never been away from them more than 2 days in 15 years. That 3.5 months alone was so fucking hard and depressing. Never been so happy to see them.
That day. For me.
That first day when I figured out masturbation was tops, all down hill from there
