Luv Deluxe
Step into my office.
- Joined
- Jun 25, 2011
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- MBTI Type
- NiSe
- Enneagram
- 7w6
- Instinctual Variant
- sx/sp
I'm quality time, followed by words. Then touch.
I think touch might be higher on the list, but with regard to relationships at large, I reserve this mode of affection only for age-appropriate male friends. Sure, I'll dole out hugs when the social environment calls for it (family reunions, for example) - but I don't like to, and will absolutely avoid it if I can. I don't even feel completely comfortable hugging my own parents! If a friend accidentally bumps my foot under the dinner table, I pull away like I've been burned.
On the other hand, show me a dude I'm interested in/could become interested in...and I'll want nothing more than to touch him. Basically, I adore touch, but I've sexualized it.
My mom is a hardcore acts of service person, and that's how she showed her love when I was growing up. She was very critical, voicing her dissatisfaction (if there was any) but generally not her approval. I think that could have easily contributed to my desire to hear good things from other people, since I didn't really get much of that as a kid.
I think touch might be higher on the list, but with regard to relationships at large, I reserve this mode of affection only for age-appropriate male friends. Sure, I'll dole out hugs when the social environment calls for it (family reunions, for example) - but I don't like to, and will absolutely avoid it if I can. I don't even feel completely comfortable hugging my own parents! If a friend accidentally bumps my foot under the dinner table, I pull away like I've been burned.
On the other hand, show me a dude I'm interested in/could become interested in...and I'll want nothing more than to touch him. Basically, I adore touch, but I've sexualized it.
Somewhat off topic but I wonder how do our preferences for love languages form? Is there something in your (anybody) childhood that you associate with your love language?
My mom is a hardcore acts of service person, and that's how she showed her love when I was growing up. She was very critical, voicing her dissatisfaction (if there was any) but generally not her approval. I think that could have easily contributed to my desire to hear good things from other people, since I didn't really get much of that as a kid.