A friend of my was reminiscing about all the men she dated from our local club.
I wa both impressed and envious.
So today, I donned my most flattering outfit and set off for the club around lunchtime.
I settled in and looked around the ‘regulars.’
I wonder who she dated. I thught.
Morris, the guy with chins?
Or Harry, the man who wears argyle socks with his sandals.
Or maybe Ernest, who drools from one side of his mouth.
Maybe all her exs moved north. Or died.
So I looked around more intensely.
Chuck was nice. If only he would zip up his fly so his tighty whities didn’t show. And he needs to clean the chcolate spots from his Tootsie Roll of his golf shirt. And maybe stand up straighter. Then he smiled. His false teeth made him look like Mr Ed. No, not Chuck.
Then Mick was a possibility. He was a robust man, with lots of salt and pepper gray hair. His nose might be too big but it was hard to tell with the full beard and moustache. At least he had his own teeth.
Not much else except the very thin guy with lots and lots of wrinkles. He had blue eyes, which is a plus. And carried no excess weight. In fact, his shoulder blades stuck out and his skin was a bit jaundiced. Maybe he isn’t a good long term choice.
Well, doggone is I can find anyone worthy of my interest. But maybe on another day……
I think I’ll call one of the girls for a quick bite before I go home. I need to get some details from my girlfriend.