I have been telling this story for years. Back in the late 1980’s I worked for General Foods in Dover Delaware. I was the designated Rotarian on the staff. This meant that I had to go to a monthly Rotary meetings with local business people. Back then, Biden was the US Senator from Delaware and once or twice per year he would come speak to the group. He would walk around the room and randomly touch people, put his hand on your shoulder, touch your arm…He did it to me all the time. It gave me the creeps, still does*. It was like some political consultant had told him that the way to connect with your audience is to touch them. Yuck!
This is not a politically driven story. It has absolutely nothing to do with sexual harassment or the “me-too” movement. It just means that Biden is a toucher. The other thing that was a little creepy about Biden back in the 1980’s was his hair implants. Little did he know back then that being “follickly challenged” was a good route to the presidency. He had opted for the implants (then they were more like wounds) versus the artful comb over that looks so creepy in orange. My father, who was a modified comb-over guy, used to say: “God only made a few perfect heads. The rest, he put hair on”.
Have you ever been to a dinner or cocktail party where someone violates your space? You don’t know them too well and they just get too close. I put that in the same category of Biden. My buddy Urs from Switzerland was the same way. He would corner you at a dinner party and talk right into your face. It didn’t help that he was a pipe smoker. You could try to move away, but he would follow you. It is just one of those things that happens at parties. There is no real solution, you just have to keep on moving.
If you ever see Joe Biden heading your way, just keep moving.
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PS For the record, my best friends, my best an at my wedding is gay. The day he came out, or as he put it: “switching teams”, he said I was somewhat homophobic. He also told me not to worry since he was: “The butchest gay I would ever meet”. The good news is that we are still best friends and he is a great Uncle John to my kids.
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