I'm getting old and forgetful, so I think it's OK for me to repeat stories of my glory days.
I'm not sure if I posted this before, so I'll apologize in advance if i did.
I recalled this today for some reason when I was shaving. As I looked at my face in the mirror, I was thinking "your age is finally starting to show a little". And my mind popped back to this one time...
It was not all that long ago. My wife was at work, and I went to the credit union to meet with a loan officer to inquire about some loan details, and then ultimately apply for a loan.
The loan officer was an objectively beautiful woman. I wore some decent clothes. It was springtime I think, and I wasn't wearing a coat or a jacket.
When I arrived home after the meeting, my wife was home. She asked me how it went.
I was all puffed out and boisterous. "Oh it went great! They just have to send it to the loan committee. She said we'll get the loan no problem. Hey I gotta tell ya! The woman that I spoke to was very attractive and I think she was flirting with me! She asked me what kind of cologne I had on, and I was making her laugh! She kept touching my forearm as we talked! No really, I think she was on the verge of asking me out! I'm not kidding! You know what that means? It means I still got it! That's right, old Lucky has still got it! What do you think of that? Yup...Lucky's still got it! I'm not getting older, I'm getting better! Yep!"
She listened to my bullshit for about 3 minutes, and with a completely blank face, she said
"Are you done?
I said yes.
Then she said "Your shirt is inside out".
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Not surprised there was some interest involved!
She was probably checking for a pulse.
Some people show great concern for the aged.
