Yet another female friend

Yrs Fthfl Srvnt seems to have garnered another attractive female friend. Perhaps more my age, not 62 or younger.
“I was hoping I might meet you here again. I regret spilling all over you the other day.”
She smiled. I wasn’t playing the macho male card, which I’m never any good at anyway. Ladies seem to love that.
“Prostate removed, stroke, etc. Perhaps because of my stroke I say things I later regret.”
Smiling again. They love it, or so it seems. And it’s true; it’s not a snow-job.
I also find it pleasant I can do this. I’m a graduate of the Hilda Q. Walton School of Sexual Relations, whereby all men, including me, are “despicable scum” (her words).
No pretty girl will ever wanna talk to me.
Hilda was my neighbor during childhood, and also my Sunday-School Superintendent.
My parents, Bible-beating zealots like Hilda, heartily agreed. I was rebellious because I couldn’t worship my father as worthy of the right hand of Jesus.
Imagine what this does to a callow six-year-old. Hilda also told me Elvis Presley was “the bane of western civilization.”
The fact my wife actually liked me, not who she thought I could be, continued reversal of my childhood. —My college started it. But my wife liking me allowed me to avoid attractive women.
With my wife gone — she died of cancer six years ago — I find faire Hilda and my parents were full-of-it.
“I may be mistaken, but I got the impression you worked here once.”
“I did,” she exclaimed. “Years ago I helped ******** in the old pool. But when Silver Sneakers came they wanted certification, and I wasn’t certified.”
“The fact I thought you worked here was why I hit you with all that garbage,” I commented.
“No need to apologize,” she smiled. “I’m a nutritionist.”
Nutritionists entertain stories of prostate removal?
No matter; I seem to have gained the friendship of another pretty lady. Hilda and my father are spinning in their graves! My mother became depressed because I’d left.
NO WAY was I gonna return the prodigal son.

• “Q” stands for “Quincy.”
• I had a stroke October 26th, 1993 from an undiagnosed heart-defect since repaired. I pretty much recovered. Just tiny detriments; I can pass for never having had a stroke.
• My prostate was removed as cancerous over two years ago.
• RE: “Old pool” and “********.......” ******** is a retired aquacise instructor. She still helps, perhaps as a volunteer. When I first joined the Canandaigua YMCA it had a swimming-pool next to its basketball-gym. Things were rebuilt, including a new swimming-pool. I never used the “old pool,” but now do aquatic balance-training in the new pool.
• “Silver Sneakers” is an exercise program for senior citizens. My YMCA membership is “Silver Sneakers,” but paid by my health insurance.