He was a likable guy, kind of a geek, but he was honest and friendly, and you could tell that he would be a good friend. We had casually known each other for a few years, as our wives had dragged us along to different community events. Mike was a few years younger than me, married, and in need of a little exercise myself. To keep motivated I ask a friend, Mike, if he would like to meet me each weekday morning at the local fitness club. I decided, as an upcoming birthday was approaching, that I would go to the gym and get back into shape. I had gained more than a few pounds, and I felt old, flabby and undesirable. She no longer made attempts to fake her pleasure when I touched her, and I found that I would rather pleasure myself than have my soul drained by a numbingly cold encounter with her.īut the main reason for my depression was the fact that I had let myself go physically. I wrote it to be enjoyed and to be shared, so the more people read it - the better.Īlthough I loved my wife and we were the closest of friends, our marriage had become very stale and passionless. Make it into a movie or publish a play with it.
Notice: I don't care what you do with this story.