Hugs rock.
Family group hugs rock squared.
I’m here.
Woohoo! My first vanity search, and I found myself.
Aww, there you are! {{{{Branwen}}}}
I’m still looking to find myself. If you see me, in your travels, tell me I’ll be waiting over here, okay?
MMM, love those Bear hugs. {{{Davebear}}} I’ll let you know if I see you.
Only by attractive members of the opposite sex, fuzzy animals, and cute stuffed toys. 
Same here. I have friends who I hug/cheek kiss every time we see each other, but if I don’t know you - don’t touch me.
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! That’s ME! I got’s at least three out of four, I think.
You’s a woman, right?
Actually, due to experiences over Easter weekend, I have realized though I love hugs/hugging… I feel uncomfortable when it’s strangers. I visited my relatives down in Calgary (a day trip from up here with my brother only to get back just before I had to work… maybe I’ll tell you about it later) and my Uncle’s Mom and sister are visiting from Toronto. Both of them gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek. Now… I don’t know them that well. I’ve met them maybe 3 times in total over the years. It just kind of creeped me out. Though not too much, but just made me feel a little weird.
Of course I had no problem with my aunt, uncle, cousins and Mom… I know them well. Heck we all lived in the same house for about three months a few years ago.
Just an interesting observation from a huggy person who feels the withdrawl of them keenly.
Aha. I will have to use the patented technique of walking up, but remaining outside your personal space aaaaaaaand… Offering you a chocolate bunny! No one can resist the power of the chocolate bunny! Mwahahahhahahaaaa!
Jomo = freelance hugbuddy
{{{{EVERYBODY}}}}