I'm in the middle on this. I'm from a not very hugging family/culture, but a pretty loving one with occasional hugs. I don't remember my antique childhood all that much, but see pictures of me being cheerfully held, so I don't think hugs are basically offputting to me. Maybe just egregious ones (I have to look that word up again.)
I remember being irritable in the seventies when the whole touchy feely thing started. Touching a person's forearm to make a point. All very Esalen or, whatever.. it rang with falsity back then.
My pals and I have been through a lot of stuff over the years, and always hug swiftly now when we see each other after some time has passed - but not every day, every meeting - that seems odd to me, sort of constructed. Also we hug if shitteroo is busy hitting fans, any of us are stressed - if it seems welcome.
The whole thing of children and adults hugging on every single leave taking - I figure will pass with usage. On the other hand, I can see the european air kiss kiss thing, though I've never been smooth at it. I guess I see the air kissing and huggies as two separate modes, the first less invasive.
Something happened not that many years ago - Roger and I went to Costco in Albuquerque to look for a couple of pan sets for him to buy, one for himself and one as a wedding present, me being at that time a member of the store. (This worked out, I got a nice pan out of the set he bought for himself.)
We ran into a friend of mine from northern california, and her fellow, in the parking lot as we all left the store. I have liked both of them as friends. She and I have had at least a couple of heart to heart talks re our lives. I think she's interesting/smart. I think he's interesting/smart. She bought one of my paintings, not inexpensive. Anyway, they have places both here and back in CA. I'd been to dinner at their house.
So, in the parking lot, I couldn't believe my eyes to see them, and advanced to greet and hug. She backed away, noticeably but not any kind of big hop. Well, she did have an arm holding a flower bouquet. But what the hell, I'm not a tractor that'll crush flowers.
This is an odd mirror, because at that last dinner at their house, I felt myself accosted at the dinner table by the woman friend of hers seated next to me, who grabbed my forearm at least five times during the meal to emphasize her point of view. Early on I told her not to do that. Between the main dish and dessert, I moved, traded with Mister upon my mentioning it to him in the kitchen.
Meantime, my business partner and her husband were acting up (wine), and it became a good idea that we all leave, which we did with much nicety.
All too bad, I liked those people.