This morning I got call from an ex-girlfriend who phoned me of the blue to see if I was still around.
We lost track of time, chatting about the wild, sexy and 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 up with you now," I said, "I'm a older and greyer than when you last saw me. Plus I don't really have the energy I used to have."
She just laughed 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 bigger these days. Not to mention my lack of muscle tone. Stuff sagging, my teeth not as white, and so on.
She chuckled and told me to stop being silly. She teased me, saying that tubby, grey-haired, older men were cute, and she was sure I would still be a great lover.
Then she giggled and said, "I've put on quite a bit of weight myself!"
So I told her to get lost and I hung up.