I don’t like to be touched. Outside of my wife, hugging makes me uncomfortable. My wife’s family likes to hug, so I just bear it, but I don’t like it. Professionally I have to do handshakes. I prefer them short and firm with no extraneous elbow grasping.
I don’t even like a friendly pat on the arm. Simply, I prefer to have no physical contact with my fellow human beings.
The bat soup flu likely has put an end to these hands-on gestures.
I’m good with that.