"My hands are fidgety"--that's how I've tried describing myself in the past to someone whose love language wasn't physical touch. Those who aren't that way don't realize how...compulsive it is. Men I've dated have been too polite to say, "Hey woman, keep your hands off me!" but I suspect some have thought it. (Then again, that can also be confusing when I'm quite willing to have legs touching while netflixing, but that doesn't mean sex is imminent, buddy!:). But on the flip side, that means those with this language can be happy massaging a back mindlessly while watching a movie, so perhaps others should appreciate the benefits:)