A Walk With My Dog

Last night, while it finally cooled down, I opted for a walk with Loki.  I packed my small travel purse with the dog's brush, treats (home made!), poop bag and my iPod.
Upon crossing the street, there's a dirt road that leads to a couple soccer (ahem, "Foot ball" in Europe) fields...and that's where I had my weirdest experience in Finland yet.

I saw this gentleman that walks his beautiful brown and white spaniel regularly and was happy to see him!  I haven't seen him in ages - bear in mind, we actually don't talk to each other (good ol' language barrier)...but I waved to him and let Loki drag me over to see his dog.
He smiled a lot and started blubbering to me in Finnish and I just smiled, apologized a few times and stated the obvious.  "Loki - poika" (Loki's a boy)...that was it.
I smiled at his dog, who remembered I carried treats and could CLEARLY smell the ones in my bag.  So I showed the guy the Beef Stew flavoured biscuit I had and pointed to his dog, asking if it was okay to give to him.  He smiled and said "Joo" (yes) and just had a great big grin, while his dog devoured the biscuit.
Then next thing I know - I'm getting a huge hug.  Okay! So he must be super excited to see me.
Then - I get a kiss on the cheek - uh oh.  He smells a bit like booze - but not reeking of it...
I fake kissing his cheek (aka the air) and start to back away - like hello awkward situation!
Then he closes his eyes, pulls me close and aims for my mouth.

Uh no-go dude.  So I push him away, said "no" firmly in English and that was that.
THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  He continues to chat me up in Finnish, about God knows what, as if he didn't just try and plant one on me.
And I'm pretty sure he's in a relationship and far too old for me (aside from the fact that I have a son and am happily married and don't speak the same language as him).

I'm a little paranoid about meeting him again...yeesh.
(And my husband thought this was hilarious.)