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I figured out why I would let the strange man at the kiosk hold my hand, but I was really creeped out at the idea of sharing my personal space with the strange foreign man previously mentioned. See the strange foreign man came into my space, an invasion of sorts, whereas I was invited into the salesguys space, it was my choice all the way, I like that. The guy that came into the studio, was never invited and it was my turf. Even if the salesguy would have suggested me to sit on his lap, like the strange foreign guy did, at least I could run away I could go back to my space. But the foreign guy was in my space--I HAD NO WHERE TO GO!!! But that is enough about that. Oh and another US prez with last name ending in "N"--Truman, how could I forget my sis's fav. My friend Earlene said that my blog entries were too long, so this one's for her.