This morning I received a phone call from an old 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 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 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, gray-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 fuck off.
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