Just Another Uncomfortable Situation

I think I've told you already about my super nice work neighbor, John. He's got to be in his 80's or maybe even 90 years old. He comes into the office a couple of times a week for a few hours here and there. The rest of his time is spent playing tennis, he loves tennis. Since he's not at the office constantly, he often misses his mail, so I collect it for him. Then when he returns to the office he'll get his mail from me, shake my hand and say thanks so much. There have been several times when I see him in the hall, so we say hello. Remember, he's a super nice old man and I don't think he has a creepy bone in his body so when he wants to give me a hug, I let him. No big deal. However, lately when I see him in the hall he'll give me the usual hug, but he'll linger a little longer holding me really close, then he goes in for a kiss . . . on the MOUTH!!! I know, I know, I know - he's my super nice and really old work neighbor - he's harmless, really, but I just don't want to kiss that old man on the mouth. I'm just not an on the mouth kisser. I never have been. I don't kiss my parents on the mouth. I don't kiss my nieces and nephews on the mouth. No. Truth be told, I like to reserve on the mouth kisses for the guys that I date, no one else. So now every time I give John a hug he tries to kiss me and I have to stretch really far so that his kisses land on my chin or cheek.