I walked home with a girl friend at night yesterday. She had a jacket on but I didn't and as a result my hands were really cold. I held out my hand to show her just how cold it was (something we do pretty often, I don't know why) and she grasped it with her warm hand while we were walking. For about two seconds it was like I was holding hands with a girl, it felt really, really good. I would've confessed to her right then and there, if she didn't have a boyfriend.
Then, afterwards, when our ways had already parted, I looked down at my hand, still feeling her warmth, and thought about how much of a sad sack of shit I am and how bad having contact with women is for my mental health.