So, I’ve been kissed, shaken, stirred, pecked and God knows what… a million times. This is what I think about global greeting habits and how they make me feel:
The Handshake
It’s the least sensitive of greetings. Handshakes are doled out like free fliers at the mall. They are inexpensive & cheap. It’s the safest when you are in a country whose customs are unknown and the easiest way of contracting a nice virus.
Handshakes are limp, soft, hard, knuckle breaking and slippery. The slippery one is the one in which you extend your full hand but the monkey on the other side just sticks out 4 fingers – that quickly slither away. The handshake that irritates me the most is what I call the ‘infatuation’ handshake – in which my newfound lover (always a man I’ve never met before) just doesn’t want to let go of my hand!! It takes a solid wrenching to escape!
I don’t like handshakes. They are ‘personality less’ and definitely not memorable.



