I recently attended my twentieth class reunion at a hotel in Phoenix.

I’d dated many guys in high school, but had only one serious boyfriend. He hadn’t gone to the previous reunion, and I was anxious to see if he would show up for this one.

At the reunion I talked with many of my male classmates, and was disappointed to see how badly they’d aged. I finally found my former boyfriend standing apart from the crowd. Impulsively I walked up, and gave him a hug before he could react. Then his arms wrapped around me, and I could feel the firm muscles in his arms and chest. Up close, I could see that this guy had only improved with age. His clothing could not conceal his remarkable muscle tone, his face had filled out a little, but his eyes and smile were as warm as ever. Since he’d been the one... Read More