F.O.Y.S.H.
F. O. Y. S. H. is what you shout when a man thinks hugging you is a substitute for actual personality.
F. O. Y. S. H.! You’re not a substitute. You’re the main dish.
I didn’t sign up for a hug. F. O. Y. S. H.!
F. O. Y. S. H.! You’re like a broken elevator that won’t stop opening.