A Very Long Hug

So there was some kind of company Christmas party, and different groups had special numbers. Oddly though, in the party, I saw people from other previous jobs too - a mix and match of people from all my other jobs, and the “current” company was my most recent one before my current one. And then the special numbers were not grouped by department. They were grouped by age - meaning, the youngest one involved kids, as in my niece was there, and I realized that some relatives of mine were also part of the party. Initially, I had to settle an issue between two guys, one of them was bullying the other. Later on, this guy we shall call Mr. Template (the ultimate template of all wanted men - handsome, filthy rich, smart, everything else a template ideal man should have) arrived, and he gave me a big hug. In reality, he is part of the last company I was part of, so it seemed normal he was there to watch the program. Just as the program was about begin, he found this huge cushioned chair and sat on it, and he asked me to sit with him - I sat on the same chair, between his knees, and then he leaned back with his (very) strong arms around me, so I had to lean back too and rest my head on his (superman) chest. (Lol) So the program was long, but it seemed to just fleet by, because all I could think of was great it felt (Lol) After a while I fell asleep because the show got boring, and I remember putting my hand on his arm which was still around me, and he too fell asleep. After a while, he was called to give an award or announce something so he stood up, so I had to stand up too. By then, I felt it was “too much” if I waited for him and continued to hang out with him, so I went to find some groups of people in my work level. Then I found this group of girls and they were asking me about how it felt being hugged by everyone’s desire (in reality, I don’t really fancy him because I am not into pretty boys or gorgeous template men) and I said I had to admit that it felt really nice. By that time, I was already getting over it and knew it was a fleeting moment, nothing to get hung up about. Suddenly, one of the girls said that I should feel much more elated than I look because they said they read my blog entry from the previous year when, when Mr. Teplate arrived at the party, he looked for me and kissed me in public, and I wrote about it. They said they knew I must have felt something more than what I show because I blogged about the kiss and the hug that night was pretty long. Upon remembering about the previous year’s kiss, I stopped and realized this must be something he might do every year, so I thought it strange to have that kind of “Christmas habit”. Before I could think further, I woke up to the reality of no one hugging me. Lol. The hug felt super super super real though. Haha. Who would have THUNK. Mr. Template of all people. A dream indeed.