I’ve always been a hugger.  My dad was a hugger.  Most of my family and friends are huggers.  Under certain circumstances, I’ve hugged virtual strangers.  In 1975, I manned the “Hug You Soberly Home” booth at a MADD fundraiser and collected around $600 at $1 per hug.  I can’t think of a time that a hug felt inappropriate or objectionable.  Some people are uncomfortable with the gesture and I’ve even hugged a few of those, (with less enthusiasm than is my normal approach), after establishing tacit boundaries.  The exchange of energy from a fully-committed hug is as life-enhancing as a perfect cleansing breath or a walk in comfortable shoes and, unlike time wasting, I never find it to be frivolous.  That said, I have never grabbed a breast, a butt, a pussy or a dick in jest or in any crossing-the-line sexual impropriety.  I may have slapped a teammate’s ass in a way-to-go exuberance, but, honestly, I always felt that was a little creepy too.  And no…there are zero circumstances outside of pay-for-play sex work or consensual, romantic foreplay where groping, physically or verbally is cool.  Certainly, there is a difference between flirtation and salaciousness and frankly, I think we may have Me-Too-ed away the excitement and delight of our ages-old mating dance.  It pains me to think that the slo-mo arm creep around the shoulder of a teenage movie date, or the multiple “inadvertent” brush-bys before the full-on hand-hold, (I may be running out of hyphens), or the awkward lean-in to a first kiss have been lumped into predatory behavior.  That would suck!  What sucks more is when a powerful public figure like a movie executive or a sports star or a President or a governor abuses that power at others’ expense.  No hugs for them!