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I wonder if I should call now. I wasn’t planning on it, since my afternoon has been rolling along just fine, thank you. I look in the mirror and I see … Bruce! Somewhat untidy nose hairs, a blemish on my left cheek, baggy stuff under the eyes. But definitely Bruce.
I look a little like David Letterman (George Clooney in my parallel fantasy life) but I certainly don’t want to be a celebrity. Can you imagine being hounded by all those panzarotti? Not being able to stroll downtown, chatting with passersby and seeing what’s in all those windows? No thanks.
I suppose it would be good to be younger, with a six-pack on display, but my three- pack will do nicely. As for the V-shaped body, what the heck’s wrong with a nice U? Works for me. And I can do that Incredible Hulk pose and grimace as well as anyone. I just don’t take up the amount of space that the original did.
Until I started shaving my head in honour of my lovely wife Jodiette, I had beautiful golden brown curls … sort of. Actually, I often told people that I had gray highlights put in at the hairstylist. I’m sure most folks believed me.
As a young human, I had acne that left me with very few true friends and a yearbook photo that was speckled to say the least. Clearasil treatments made me look even worse. Somehow adulthood allowed me to grow past that.
I’ve been trying to reach the mythical Jesus height of six feet ever since I was 4’2″, but it’s never worked out for me. I’m currently 5’10” and heading south, I believe.
For years I tried wearing contacts to invoke a Hollywood persona, but I just couldn’t see anything. So it was back to a nose-weighing-down apparatus. I look okay in glasses.
I don’t have the standard pot belly of a 65-year-old, and that makes me happy. Guess I could work on one to help me fit in better.
I have a gorgeous tan but unfortunately it only extends to my head, forearms and knee caps. When I was a timid teen, I used to glob on the autotan lotion, but that created a new definition of “streaker”. The girls politely looked the other way.
Oh my goodness … what if all this stuff doesn’t matter? Yes, I want to be healthy, but what’s the big deal about the package? I do believe that I’m just fine, inside and out. If someone else doesn’t think so … oh well. On we go.