Mwah.

These days I handshake or hug.
With a definite ONE kiss on the cheek.
I never kiss twice, and I never air kiss.

When working in Belgium I was greeted with three kisses!
Yes three. I was not prepared and managed to practically break
the nose of a charming man by moving in the wrong direction with my
huge, bulbous greasy egg smeared head.
Poor man. Blood (and grease) is so hard to get out of cashmere.

And sorry about shooting another wooden printer's block, but I
find them comforting and solid right now.