This morning I received a phone call from a gorgeous ex-girlfriend who 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.'
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 greyer 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 man with a waistline that's a few inches wider these days! Not to mention my lack of muscle tone...stuff sagging, my teeth not as white and jowls like a Great Dane!"
She laughed and told me to stop being so silly.? She teased me, saying that tubby, grey-haired, older men were cute, and she was sure I would still be a great lover. Then she giggled, "I've put on quite a bit of weight myself!"
So I told her to f**k off.
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