Rudy said I kissed him on the lips. I say it was his cheek. His left cheek, to be exact.
Everything before that moment Rudy and I seem to agree on.
We seem to have the same memory of when we noticed each other for the first time, and the slow dance later in the evening.
Yet, all these years later we still dispute what happened when the song was over, and the bright lights turned on inside the nightclub.
Rudy claims I smooched his lips. Sealed them with a knowing gesture. You know, like let’s take this to another level. And, OK, sure, another level of intimacy sounded pretty good to me; yet, I did not kiss his lips. Not at that moment.
But, I did press into him, slightly, to give his cheek a peck. A simple gesture meaning thank you for this dance. That’s it. No more.
I’m right, and he knows it.