Years ago, I made a terrible decision. I went from being that terribly awkward person who hugs everyone to being more of a handshake person. It happened when I moved out of San Antonio (which is the hugging capitol of Texas) to Austin and New Braunfels.
It’s not that people don’t hug around here. It’s just that they hang back the first few times they meet you. Granted, some folks hang back forever, and that’s perfectly fine too. But as a hugger, it took me a while to notice the mortified looks on the non-huggers. I’d warn them that I was a hugger, and you could just see the panic cross some faces. Once you see those looks on some folks, you realize that probably you’ve been missing those looks for a while, or maybe people felt like they had to put up with being hugged and were too nice to say anything.