This morning I received a phone call from a gorgeous ex-girlfriend who called 'out-of-the-blue' to see if I was still living. 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 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. 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 older men were cute, and she was sure I would still be a great lover. Then she giggled, 'My tits are sagging a little and I've put on quite a bit of weight myself!'
So, I told her to f off.
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Topic: New Year phone call (Read 1213 times)