Glory Days

He oozed charm, this aging lothario. Gallantry was his middle name. Yet, he lived in the past in the glory days of football wins and cheerleaders… denying his saggy abdomen blind eye, and fungus crusted feet… Gallantry was his middle name and he wheedled his way into the affections of many lost and lonely woman. When the only women of true importance in his life were his daughters… He lived in the past slept with his dog, and swam in Speedos bald pate shining in the sun. Once, long ago he was married to a cheerleader. She’s stopped cheering, as his life filled with their daughter and she was no longer his girl. Caught between life, death, and the deep blue sea, he swam. Arriving at the home of each new prospective conquest with the requisite flowers and small talk. The glory days of football still danced before his single good eye upon the giant bar screen, where he served mimosa’s and other drinks with a wink. He smiled with a well-worn charm, and didn’t touch the stuff. Still, he tried. But, most times, he felt more at home with his daughters…