I went to a dance last night. Around seven thirty I picked Gertrude up and her mother was there and thought the two of us made such a lovely couple that she insisted on taking a picture.
I've always been quite proud of my looks and especially my chiseled body, but when I looked at the photo I became quite alarmed. I think I may be losing weight!
Oh, it might be hard for you to tell, since you don't see me on a regular basis, but the image that stared back in me in the photo lacked my strength and vigor.
Gertrude looks as beautiful as ever and I'm beginning to think that maybe she could find something better. A stronger, bulkier man.
Or, maybe it's just my imagination. Or the lighting! I bet that's it..... the damn lighting!
Whew, I feel a lot better now.
I think I'll go do a few pushups.
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