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 greyer 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 and 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!'

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So I told her to piss off.