When my kids are upset, I am softer than Mr. Soft from the soft mints advert. When I am on stage, however, I am a hard drinking pikey with a mouth like a sewer. And to carry the weight of the items I shift at work, I have to be hard as nails and immune to pain. So you tell me. Am I soft?
Introduce me to the right girl, I won't be very soft for long, of that I can assure you.
Edit: In all seriousness (or as much seriousness as can be managed in the thread like this) I used be pretty fat, so I guess I was soft. Not so much any more. I'm still a good hugger though.