I am not a hugger. Never have been. Don’t need to hug. Don’t really want to hug. Find hugging gross. Yes, gross.
Bandwagon masses advocate hugging as a way to communicate. Even though I did not grow up hugging, I do like touching by cuddling, hand holding, patting on a shoulder, touching an arm, flirting, and intimacy. Hugging is a different story.
I do not want huggers pressing their hot, sweaty, oily, and stinky bodies on me. I do not want anyone to rub their deodorant, perfume, or cologne on me. I do not want someone unleashing their bad breath on me. I also do not want to smell a hugger’s personal, lingering body odors. Farts and vaginal odors are not welcome. Please do not, as a bear hugger, engulf and implant my face into a shoulder while cutting off my breath. I also do not need a hugger to imprint their saliva kisses or bed bugs on me. I do not like hugging.
Talk to me instead, Hugger. Use your words to communicate. Words are beautiful. Write to me if you need to do so. Hugging does not increase your communication of care and support for me, so please do not hug me ... unless you're Javier Bardem, Tom Selleck, Harrison Ford, someone intelligent in my age group ... which is another story.
