Classy

Back in the day, I belonged to a gay volleyball league. One night between matches, I overheard two teammates talking. Frank, a tall, craggy-faced man with a buzzcut, was telling John, a short, stubby man who was the captain of my team, about a video he had watched the night before.
"John, I rented this movie called Gymnastikos last night. It was an all-nude gymnastics video."
John grinned. "So you're telling me you watched a porno."
"Heavens no!" Frank exclaimed. "It wasn't like that at all. Oh, you should have seen it. Good lighting, beautiful music, gorgeous gymnasts."
Frank leaned in. He dropped his wrist and let his index finger graze the top of John's forearm. His lips pursed momentarily. "Girl, it was classy."
To this day, I can't hear that word without thinking of Frank and John.