I recently hugged a fella that I didn't know well. He's about 8-10" taller than me, looks like the kind of west coast surfer that would beat you to a pulp for being at a "locals only" beach. I had noticed his left arm extended behind my head, elbow locked, and a blankly inquiring look in his piercing eyes...so I risked it. Like I said, he's a comparatively big dude, so it was a risk, especially since I was possibly engaging him in an unwanted hug in a public place where I might embarrass him. The risk had its payoff. I found myself gently crushed to his chest, encircled in enough muscle to make a million packages of hotdogs (they're mostly filler anyway...), so I squeezed a comfortable squeeze and held it as reassuringly as I could until I felt his arms begin to slack around me. I looked up as he brushed a shock of blond from one of the icy pools that sit aside his nose. He beamed and said with glee, "Oh, you're a squeezer. Most guys are afraid to squeeze. I'm going to get more hugs from you in the future." I smiled, having made a new friend and ally. His girlfriend laughed, and inwardly I breathed a sigh of relief at that, too.
I am a single Christian man, but as a human being, I am more of a herd animal than I care to admit. It's great to be able to share physical contact with another person in a way that is devoid of any sexual undertones or implications. I believe that every person wants to be touched, but most can't figure out how to be comfortable with having that need.