No one hugs anymore

I'm sitting alone in a pew at church. I sat alone in Sunday school. One person said hello after the class was over and then abruptly dashed off mid story as I turned to look at someone who called my name. I go to. Church with, work with, and socialize with these same people and no one hugs anymore.
I guess there's no need to ask someone how they're doing. Facebook posts kept you up to date on that. I suose with thr #metoo movement, men especially are scared to get near or touch another woman for fear of persecution. There are days I'm feeling it... I feel outgoing and I find people and I hug them and talk to them. Today isn't one of those days. And no one cares. So very caught up in our own lives that we have no time to glance in the direction of another. No time to genuinely ask how someone is and stay around for the answer.
I remember growing up the older people, especially men, were the welcomes every Sunday. It wasn't their post or their job... But they did it. They made you feel acknowledged.. And special. They might even pull out a butterscotch candy for you. Back then mother would make comments under her breathe like... Here comes the kissing man. Who knew there would be a day when I'd love to see the kissing man coming my way with a butterscotch in his hand.
I have always been a hugger. I remember meeting my college roommate and her telling me she had never met someone who hugged so much. It important to me to have physical touch... Without expectations.
I'm sure there are a lot of concerned people sitting in the sanctuary right now. I'm sure if it were pointed out many would make an effort. But without prompting. I sit here without a single hello. Church has started now.