I am not a hugger.
I wish I was, but I am not. I cringe when people, people I don’t know that well, decide they are going to hug me.
I gladly hug my kids, my parents, a couple of my closest friends. When I was married, I hugged my husband, and I liked that a lot – but. of course, that is a different kind of hug altogether.
A friend of mine hugs everyone, in a genuinely affectionate way (affectionate – you can read that as ‘not in any way creepy, questionable or inappropriate’).
Hugging, as a simple expression of affection, is a skill I truly envy.
Well, maybe ‘skill’ is not the right word. ‘Talent?’ ‘Natural ability?’ I don’t know what to call it. I just know I don’t have it.