Sometimes...

Sometimes the hardest decisions really do turn out to be the best decisions.

Case in point - I was supposed to move to NYC for school in September. I ended up not moving. There have been times I thought I should have just done it and made my way in the world - which would have been starting from scratch seeing as my friend connection in NYC had dwindled by a few people. Instead, I am making a name for myself here in Denver, a fantastic city that I have to say is much more welcoming and much warmer than the concrete jungle. Really... if I wanted to live in a place where the nickname has the word jungle in it, I might as well move to Africa or South America.

I digress...

I have never felt more at peace than I do here. I have a city I can play in and a countryside (mountains included) where I can get lost in my thoughts. And, on top of all of that, I actually have money to enjoy life instead of working to pay the rent.

So, thank you to those couple of factors who pushed me back to the Mile High City. I am still learning and growing, but it feels so much better to grow without all the unnecessary crap that would have come with living in a place that cares more about image than about personality and humanity.

Did he really just do that?!?

So, there I was, left feeling shocked and dismayed. I had gone up to say hi to someone at Tracks I had been seeing for the past two months. We weren't dating, but we would hang out and grab dinner, coffee, a movie, a show. I had just seen him earlier in the afternoon/evening where we grabbed coffee and hung out for almost two hours. As I went in to give him a hug, he leaned back and offered me his hand. His hand! Yes, you read that right, his hand!! Instinctively, I gave him my hand. It took me a couple of moments for the lightbulb to go off. I quickly withdrew my hand, mumbled something and walked away.

Now, I know that was not very adult of me to do, but after thinking of it for a while, I keep coming to the conclusion that he was being rude. Granted, we were only friends, but offering a hand instead of a hug is like a slap in the face, especially when hugs are dished out like candy every other time you see each other.

Bottom line, I am not going to be making the effort to talk to him. If he wants to hang out again or talk, he will have to place the first call. All I know is that I am not a fan of being treated like that without a good explanation.

So, I guess my question is: Am I right in feeling this way? Am I over-analyzing this exchange? I guess time will tell, but for now, let me hear your thoughts.