to hug or not to hug

Someone recently said to me: "I only like to hug people who don't stink."

I agree wholeheartedly.  I, too, only like to hug people who don't stink.  However, it's not really the stink factor that makes me hug or not hug.

I feel like most people are either huggers or non-huggers.

Is this not true?

You can't really be both.

But here's where the tricky part comes in for me. 

I don't know which one I am.

I hug people who are huggers.

I don't hug people who aren't huggers.

I'm having a hugging identity crisis.

Here's an example:
I went to the movies with 2 friends.  One is an old friend that I've known since high school - she was in my wedding & I was in hers & we have somehow still kept a friendship going for 17 plus years.  She is a non-hugger.  The other is my friend's sister-in-law.  I don't know the sis-in-law as well as I know my old friend, but I do know that she is a hugger.

When we left the movies, the sister-in-law gave me a hug.  My friend said bye and walked away.  No hug.

Clearly, these women know who they are.  One is a hugger and one is not. 

What am I?

A two-faced hugger?

It kind of annoys me about myself.  I don't want to be two-faced.

I feel like VeggieTales should have a movie about this.  Then I would know what to do.  And I would have a new song to replace the Hairbrush one, because the Hug Movie would be certain to contain a catchy tune about the green bean who couldn't hug the pumpkin. 

None of them have arms anyway.

"Oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, wheeeeeeeeere......are my ar-rms?"