I've been befriending an elderly male neighbour whose wife died about 6 months ago. I only recently heard his wife had died. We've never had much contact in the past. I have taken him a cake on one visit and a pie this afternoon, talked with him in my garden and house. Have been over to his house twice. Went today and had what I thought was a long friendly chat. I'm not very good at forming friendships and find conversations difficult but was trying to be kind and friendly by reaching out in this way. I'm 62 and married, he must be in his 70s so I suppose he sees me as younger totty.
At the conclusion of the visit this afternoon at the door as I was leaving he reached out and hugged me. I wasn't hugely comfortable with this but went with it as he must be feeling lonely and lost. After a little I tried to pull away but he hung on, then began stroking my back. Then I ended the hug but he bent in close and kissed me twice full on the lips, which I was not happy about. I left quickly after that.
I can't stop thinking about it. I feel a line was crossed and it's ruined any friendship that was there. I also feel perhaps I did something wrong - been over friendly, sent wrong signals etc which I most certainly did not intend to do. I just tried to be kind and compassionate.
In my mind he's gone from being a kindly, lonely neighbour to a disgusting old letch (with rubbery lips🤢). I certainly don't want to continue seeing him.
Why do old men have no control over themselves? My grandfather went the same way, but that was 50 years ago!