Two Communications: Opposing Opinions.

I ran into an old friend on the streets of Hood River the other day. It really hadn’t been that long since I’d seen Tom, but he commented, repeatedly during our conversation, about how old I was looking. My hair is greyer, my face more wrinkled, my step less spry, my mind deteriorating, my handshake less firm, my ears hairier, my bald spot larger, ad nauseum. The chat was a real upper for me. Needless to say, I trotted right down to our local elder-supply-store and stocked up on necessary items for the golden years.

When I got home, I had a message on a ‘social networking’ site of which I am a member. It was from Michelle, a 21 year old hottie from China, who thought (and I am blushing as I recall her note) that I seemed like a real handsome stud. I was the man of her dreams. She hoped I would contact her soon, because she knew that we would be great together. She had been looking for a man like me all her life. Michelle thought I was über sexy!

It should come as no surprise to you that after reading Michelle’s message, I was strutting around the house like a banty rooster. Damn, I have still got it. I’m so hot, I sizzle. Even a blue-eyed, buxom blond from China named Michelle could see that. There is no hiding my raw sensuality. I AM THE ICON OF LUST!

I’m sure there are down sides to being a sex-symbol. Marilyn Monroe would probably give me some pointers, if I pulled out my Ouija Board. But for now, I’m reveling in my hot-self. Go to hell, Tom.