We have a new gardener at work. A tall, young, muscular Filipino guy, model handsome. Near-sighted, too, perhaps, because this morning he told me I was handsome.

“You are handsome today!” he said.

“Gee, thanks,” I said. (See, I wasn’t tongue-tied this time because another guy told me the same thing last week and I was tongue-tied and to avoid the embarrassment in the future should it happen again I prepared a snappy comeback and lo-and-behold it came in handy.)

But he wasn’t finished. “You’re handsome every day!” he said.

“Dress code,” I said. I did what I always do in unusual situations, smiled a shit-eating grin, and went into the office thinking about what had just happened. Is the guy near-sighted? Am I his type? Is he just being nice (probably)? Is this just a cheap way to talk about my good looks on my blog (likely)?

I ought to post a picture my youngest daughter took of me recently. My face looks swollen and half paralyzed. It’s hilarious.

What was my point? I forget.

On an unrelated note, this sex book I was reading a couple weeks ago mentioned that the prostate was the male G-spot. I’m thinking if you want to try that out on your lover, you may want to warn him first. And that reminds me that I’m overdue for a prostate exam. Sorry, you’re not reading this at lunch I hope. My urologist is an Ireland fan and thinks I’m Irish and always tells me about his last trip over, (SNAP! go the rubber gloves) and drinking Kilkenny beer because Guinness (SQUIRT goes the lube) is too dark for him.

Did you know the prostate is the only “heart-shaped” organ in the human body? I always forget to post that on Valentine’s day.