"I definitely don't need that speech," Gus said, drumming a hand on his less-than-ideal stomach, "And maybe I want to impress, you think about that? It'd be nice to have my six pack back before spring hit. I've sort of been off the market for, uh," he considered, even though he knew the exact number, "Twenty years. So, yeah. It's a little nerve-wracking."
He laughed and his expression turned wry.
"My first date didn't go so well," he offered. He still owed her details, and she'd be the first person (besides Justice, who was pretty much the opposite of a gossip) to get the real story, "I asked out the art teacher at the high school. We met at the supermarket, which was already sort of weird, and then we went to lunch. I think the highlight of that date was drawing on the tablecloth."
Gus grinned, wondering if she was going to think he was spinning a yarn. The truth was stranger than fiction!
"No chemistry," he went on to say, "She's a nice lady, but a little too Fruit Loop-y for me. I think we've got a good friendzone thing going instead."