L'chaim

"Sex is but a means to an end", he says.

I laugh. "That's just an excuse used by people who can't get laid."

He smiles and pours me a glass of wine. "So tell me about your boyfriend."

"Well, he's a lousy drunk, but he's a good kisser."

"Better than a good drunk but a lousy kisser".

"I don't know - is it?" I ask.

He sips the chardonnay slowly, like a swan dipping his beak into the water.

"You're very graceful", I say.

He laughs. "It's easy to be graceful when you're sober".

I shrug, shifting my glass from one palm to the other.

"Drink up", he says.

"L'chaim".

The twinkling of our glasses sounds like a gentle kiss.