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 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.


Anyway, she giggled, "I've put on a few pounds myself!"



So I told her to f*ck off....

:o