My parents had a spinster friend, a retired Matron, who considered my children her de facto great nieces. On entering the house she would pursue them, wet lips pursed, eyes almost closed, as they gradually retreated backwards and up the stairs, trying to avoid the ‘old lady’ lips on theirs. Sadly none of us were very fond of her. She was just a lonely lady with no family who eventually retreated into dementia. We often reminisce about ‘Aunty Muriel’ and her lips.
I’m not particularly a hugger. I think it’s a generational thing. My parents weren’t overtly close and I and one DD have followed. The other 2 are very huggy kissy as are their children