I could relate to your post Sugarpuff I had the same experience when I was in my early forties. A very pleasant single man I had previously worked with and got on well with went to give me a hug one day when we met on the street. I stiffened and stepped back, his face dropped. I felt terrible, it wasn't him it was me. I believe it was from having no physical contact with anyone besides hugging my children that made me react in that way. My marriage had broken up a few years earlier.
I was like that for a few years, I turned down dates from some very nice men. I think it was my lack of confidence with men, having only one brother, only female cousins and going to an all girls school and marrying the man I met when I was sixteen. I eventually got past it and if someone gave me a hug now it wouldn't bother me at all.
I never used to hug my brother when we met up and we get on well, though I made the effort a few years ago and hug him now when I see him. He is the only other adult family member I spend any time with nowadays. I often think we are a product of our upbringing.
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