A while ago, Dan and I made plans to play some table ten­nis yesterday.

It’s been a year since we went to the old recre­ational club. The venue changes every year, and this sea­son it was too much of a has­sle for me to go as it was buried some­where in the city. For Dan, the new venue was too far to be prac­ti­cal to go on a reg­u­lar basis.

When we arrived, there were all famil­iar faces. We greeted them with hand­shakes and how-you-doings. Yerka, from the Czech Republic, arrived when we were catch­ing up. Along with her Polish hus­band Andrei, Yerka was one of the new mem­bers last year. Andrei was on my league team, and even though I was cap­tain, Andrei was def­i­nitely the best player, with Yerka always there to sup­port him from the bleachers.

I extended my hand to her, but in the European fash­ion she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I reacted and adjusted for a kiss as well, but appar­ently there’s a rule on which side to kiss first.

My friends and I never faire la bise, and in my igno­rance, I went for her right cheek, she went for my left, and we ended up kiss­ing full on the lips.

Then promptly laughed it off.