I received a phone call from a gorgeous ex-girlfriend
who this morning called 'out-of-the-blue' to see if I was still around.
We lost track of time, chatting about the wild,
romantic times we used to enjoy together.
I couldn't believe it when she asked if I'd be interested in
meeting up and rekindling a little of that 'old magic'.
'Wow!' I was flabbergasted.
'I don't know if I could keep pace with you now', I said,
'I'm a bit older and a bit grayer and balder than when you last saw me.
Plus I don't really have the energy I used to have.'
She just giggled and said she was sure I would 'rise to the challenge'.
'Yeah.' I said. 'Just so long as you don't mind a waistline
that's a few inches wider these days!
Not to mention my total lack of muscle tone...everything is sagging,
my teeth are a bit yellowed and I am developing jowls like a Great Dane!'
She laughed and told me to stop being so silly.
She teased me saying that tubby, gray haired, older men were cute,
and she was sure I would still be a great lover.
Anyway, she giggled and said,
'I've put on a few pounds myself!'
So I told her to f**k off.
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