I have a dislike for men with very wondering hands. I think the kindest thing a man ever did to me once was when I was at a party I was so nervous I was shaking and he could see and he held my hand tight under the table where no one else could see to comfort me as if it was our little secret. the party continued on while the idiots got drunk but I didn't get drunk and I don't think he did either. he seemed to be the only one that made much sense at that weird university party. I stayed alone in a room after things got too reckless for me.