I received a phone call from a gorgeous ex-girlfriend who
this morning called 'out-of-the-blue' to see if I was still
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 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
'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
tone...everything is sagging, my teeth are a bit yellowed and I am 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!'
So I told her to fuck off.
Life is not measured by how many breaths we take but by the number of moments that take our breath away.