This is a follow-up to the last post in which I talked about that handshake gone awry.

The night following the incident we were all out somewhere and I approached the guy to discuss what went down. For the sake of this story, we'll call him "Jon." As that is his actual name.

I explained to Jon how we shook hands and that I felt he squeezed too soon, turning me into a dainty lady.

I wasn't sure what he was going to make of this conversation, but he honestly seemed perplexed and concerned. He very earnestly told me how much he hates it when handshakes go wrong and we agreed that from now on we would just tap knuckles.

At the end of the night I went to say goodbye to my bud, Jon. He put out his hand, I put out my knuckles and he laughed. He made a fist, and as we went to dap them, we somehow missed a little, and only connected on two fingers. Then I walked away.

I don't know if he realized we didn't really have a quality knuckle dap, but it didn't bother me. Not just because I now know he's a good guy, but mostly because I had been drinking and was kinda loaded.

The end.