I too lay my hand gently on a woman’s thigh, nestle into her body, and lean in towards her lips as she holds me with both arms and leans in towards my lips in turn when I’m excited about a band on stage.
For some reason I’m not very welcome at concerts.
I for one am frequently so close to my very good friends that my nose is pressed against theirs, my eyes only able to see theirs, the world not existing around us, while discussing in a platonic way how their day is going.